Favourite month of the year ? I’m not a big fan of birthdays, never have been, however that doesn’t mean all the following is true, I just ran with it.

Aprisepvember.. (The real month is top secret)

It’s definitely not the month of my birth, another year older oh what joy and mirth. Another year put on my age, another chapter another page.

I had a balloon last year just one day, I took it down. I couldn’t stand to look at it, from my wife such a frown. Then next year a bigger balloon, all those digits won’t fit on soon. 

All those cards to fill me with elation, all they do is remind me to of deterioration. It’s supposed to reduce me to laughing  fits, those chimps on the cards with shrinking bits.

Everyone says it’s just a number, but how many days left of protest and slumber ? So far now I’m well and fit I don’t care how many candles lit.

I don’t think it’s something to celebrate, accelerating towards my final fate. All my relatives seem to think it’s funny, perhaps they can’t wait to get my money.

Anyway, the world may not have that long, with people like Trump and Putin, please prove me wrong. I’ll keep going and have my say, knowing you lot wouldn’t have me any other way.

“ Oh well another day, another dolly” As the man at the Barbie factory said.

All words Meadowhead Bard.