Today I am a very young looking 54 years old. I celebrate by making prayers extra early and having one extra brandy before breakfast (Is the Cardenal Mendoza, my favourite!).
I have not the many things to do today, such as organizing birthday party, because, fortunately, all my friends and family (such as annoying good-looking brother Hornolo and less good-looking but nymphomaniac mental sister Candelaria) live a long away away from me in places such as mainland Spain, Ireland, Argentina, and such likes, so I do not have to go to the bother of entertaining them, which would be a pain in the hole, especially on my birthday when they should be entertaining me. It helps very much that I do not like the people in general (one of the tenets of both Falangism and Catholicism: Not only are people basically evil, they are an annoyance to be either tolerated or trodden down and disciplined. I think we all feel that way about others most of the time, but is only Falangists who are honest enough to admit it!)
I espect even if they were here to entertain me, they would be unimpressive anyway, with their tuba playing and uncoordinated dance routines. And as for Candelaria's trick that make the dog disappear, is not magic at all, is just practice and lubricants!
So I am happy to be on my own this birthday, as always. Is just me and Jesus, who sometimes speak to me, but rarely on my birthday because he know I like peace and quiet. And is also you, of course, my lovely readers, who also have enough sense to be in other places, where I like you. Will you have a drink of brandy with me? You will have to provide your own, of course, but we can pretend I gave you some of mine, and the next time we meet, I can have some of yours.