Today was my birthday, my nineteenth in fact.
Did I enjoy myself, out on the razz with my mates…? Well I doubt that, my dairy entry stating that it was
the worst B’day I’ve ever had!
I’m guessing that I was bemoaning the fact that I was at home, away from my new University friends. I had not enjoyed my two years at Sixth Form and this was a return to that particular status quo… or so I felt.
If I had wanted to go out and get potted, I could easy have picked up the phone and said to someone, ‘Hey, guess what…’ But I didn’t, so whose problem was that?