Although I spent most of my work day dealing with a backlog of complaints – yes, that was glamorous – it’s been a reasonably nice day to celebrate my birthday. The weather’s been nice, people have been nice, I got some text messages and phone calls, an invitation to have a beer, and everyone at work gathered round to sing “Happy Birthday”, after which I cut and served a very tasty chocolate/coffee cake. 41 is far less traumatic than 40, let me tell you.