After a fashion
One of the supreme ironies of getting older is that I'm finally getting to like actual birthdays. It took its time though.
For years, I ignored them, kicking them to the kerb and dispatching those corny, cute-baby-with-cake-on-its-face birthday cards under the cushion where they kept company with the credit card bills.
However, in this brave new world of midlife, I'm finally a convert and I've got around to appreciating the joys of marking the day itself by doing something a little different and pushing myself to try new experiences.