I just got back from a visit to the North. I make a pilgrimage to Sutton-in-Ashfield in Nottinghamshire every year around this time because my sister and I share the same birthday even though she was 11 years older. (People always say, 'Wow, what are the odds of that? Well, 1 in 365, so not that stunning.)
I think I got the worst end of it. She had 10 birthdays on her own before she had to start sharing, but I didn't. And she's a woman so will probably live 10 years longer than me, so we should die around the same time. Basically, I'll never know the joy of my solo birthday. Whenever I get gifts in life that little bit of giving always ruins it.
Still, somehow, through it all, I'll probably cope.
1/15/2007
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