Did I mention it was my birthday?

The meal out was lovely, despite my reservations. I think the problem is that I spent so many years at college and university getting absolutely blotto on my birthday, that the thought of spending the evening with someone who might infringe on that kind of celebration still feels wrong. The truth, though, is that nowadays I’d much rather spend time with the likes of Nathan, who is unlikely to get pissed and cause a scene in a restaurant, than spend it with my old ‘bar buddies’ who would have insisted on a night involving chaos. Funny how things change.
I ate lobster, for the first time in my life, and to be honest would describe it as ‘mostly disappointing.’ We talked about many things in an adult and non-confrontational way, and Nathan turns out to be very, very witty. I feel sorry for anyone else who was in the restaurant that night because most of our time was spent with each couple gazing into the others eyes, or feeding each other in that soppy way that feels romantic, but is vomit-inducing to watch.

Philippa has been a bit poorly for the last couple of days with a cold bug, so I haven’t seen her at all today. It’s the Championship Games in the NFL tonight and they’re both live on radio, so I’m set fair for the next 6 hours. Then, if the timings right, I’ll be straight onto the sofa to watch Andy Murray play live in the Australian Open. I’m beginning to understand why so many people love sport.

RC 23-1-11