Or “Happy St Davids day” to you those of you that don’t speak Welsh. Not only was today the celebration of the Welsh patron saint but more relevantly, I had my second birthday of the year today – 11,000 days old. Putting in that way makes me feel ancient!
I’m not quite in the grumpy old man stage yet but I have noticed that I’m suffering fools less gladly and more and more things annoy me. I’ve heard it said that a man is the size of the things that annoy him but I no longer class these things as mere niggles: fat people on escalators, umbrellas up when it’s not raining, pressing the pedestrian crossing button when it’s already lit, the phrase “New and improved” . . . I could go on but – to save my sanity – I won’t.