Twenty-seven years ago today, I was given a little gift:
I loved this gift. I played with it and dressed it and took it with me everywhere. And then one day I lost it (I hate Lancaster University; anywhere he’s ever lived; any job he’s ever had).
But then, my gift returned one day, bearing another gift:
So I forgave my gift for having a life of its own without me, and was just glad that it had doubled in size.
Happy birthday, darling! Did you know that you share your birthday with some illustrious people, including:
- Lucretia Borgia (alleged poisoner) (hey, there weren’t that many careers available to 15th Century women)
- Bernard Ogilvie Dodge (American botanist and pioneer researcher on heredity in fungi) (no joke required; his job says it all)
- Clara Eggink (Dutch poetess) (…?)
- George Huntington Hartford II (American heir) (seriously, who wants to be famous for being an heir – Prince William excepted, of course? I’d rather be famous for being an alleged poisoner; at least I’d be making my own way in the world) (though I wouldn’t object to being an unfamous heir)
- Lenny Baker (rocker with Sha Na Na) (well that’s just embarrassing) (though he is saved by the fact he was in Grease) (and he is often mistaken for Kenny Baker – being mistaken for a midget android with a cute voice has to be a step up, surely?)
- Herbert Mullin (American serial killer) (some mothers do ‘ave ’em) (not this mother, of course) (right?)
- Bernadette Robi (ex-wife of football player Lynn Swann) (yes, well…almost as worthy as being born an heir)
- Thankfully, the list is saved by the great David Tennant (my child has a Doctor Who connection!! He is now officially my favourite child)
- Kourtney Kardashian (and he’s back off the favourite child list) (happy birthday, anyway, sweetie pie xxx) (love you)
The favourite child thing is just a joke: mothers don’t have favourite children.
But grandmothers do.