I must admit I did have one of these things last year. However this is a sorta special one. I am following Amos's example and having a 60th birthday this time. I'm sure turning 60 will be relatively painless.

The actual day isn't till next Wednesday, but I figgered because it's special, I'd make it a birthday week.

There's something else about it too. I must admit I will heave a sigh of relief when next Wednesday is over because of a little thing that has been sorta bugging me for a long time. When I was a kid, there was an occasion when my friends and I were mucking around pretending to tell each others' fortunes. For some reason, something that one kid said has always stuck with me and been in the back of my mind, particularly lately. She said I would die when I was 59. Now logic tells me it was just a kid picking a figure out of the air and it doesn't mean anything, but sometimes I've thought - what if I think about it too much and sort of psych myself into it - kinda like pointing the bone? So, silly though it is, I am counting down the days, and I will feel better counting them down here on Mudcat, amongst friends.

Jenny