Tomorrow is my birthday. There is always a lot of pressure to enjoy one’s birthday, to have a perfect day doing whatever you want to do, so I am slightly panicking and wondering what on earth to do.
I’m not really sure what my perfect day would be, it’s not really like I have an awful lot of bad days. Tomorrow for example I will still go to the ladies’ tennis social at my club much as I would any other Sunday. I might give the core training class that precedes it a miss though. As far as other things that would make my day, here is a short list:

A Chelsea win. We are playing in the final of the Club World Cup in Japan.
A plate of pasta
A glass of wine (or two)
Getting my nails done
The girls suddenly realising there is more to life than The Vampire Diaries
Chelsea Youth Academy calling to tell me they have heard about a future Frank Lampard lurking in Abu Dhabi and are keen to meet him, and also offer his mother a job as head of PR for the club
A film company calling to tell me one (or why not all?) of my books have been optioned by a vast Hollywood studio
A massage
My husband telling me has decided to write another book
The magazine going to press (due to happen tomorrow) without any mistakes in it
Man United to lose

There is more, but that’s enough for now. And at least two of those will come true; pasta and wine for lunch. Happy Birthday to me!

Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2012