It was my birthday on Sunday. I spent Saturday with friends, plus my dad (a bonus late addition). In typical male fashion, we watched football, drank beer, played pool and (later) ate curry.
Sunday was muted in comparison, though no less enjoyable. Following an early-hours Red Sox triumph and some much-needed sleep, I enjoyed a relaxing morning of coffee…more coffee and present unwrapping.
We then drove the short distance to my mum’s house, where I was surrounded by family and spoiled with gifts. Thanks to everyone…who spent far too much. Later, Karen and I settled in for a night of baseball with a Chinese takeaway. The perfect birthday.