David has promised a special meal that he's cooking from scratch (this means no tins and no ready prepared sauces/packet mixes - he's said this about six times) and Mac has promised me "something special and lovely mummy".
I've always loved my birthday - not that I've done anything mega-special on any of them, I just like them very much! My 18th was memorable, probably because out of 90 guests I was the only sober one by the end of the night. My cousin had an erudite conversation with a rosebush, my dad led a conga line up the street and my aunt sat on a camping stool and it collapsed, propelling her to the floor. On my birthday video, I've got five minutes footage of Auntie Daisy clutching her bottom and moaning "oh me bleeding piles! My bleeding a**e". Such a nice momento for me.
It's not that I get overly fantastic presents either - although, don't get me wrong, I do get nice ones! My favourite birthday present ever was when I 9 - I got Kerplunk AND Connect 4. I was very excited and had to be put to bed early.
Following her visit today Janey (we've done The Seating Plan, I have writers cramp and a headache) left a gaily wrapped package and a shiny envelope. Judging from the look on her face and the lewd wink she gave me when she handed it over, I'd better not open it anywhere near Mackenzie. Whatever can it be?!?!