With three hundred and sixty four to choose from, we’re spoilt for choice!
He wondered if she would remember.
It had been just a passing comment about forgotten birthdays he’d put on a blog forum some seven years ago but she had sent him an e-card on this day ever since.
The thing was, he’d never met her, had no idea who she was, where she lived, her age, if she was married or had family.
To be honest, he’d never asked.
All she knew about him was that he lived alone and had no family now.
With a sigh, he got out of bed, washed and dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.
Over his usual tea and toast, he opened up his email, and there it was.
‘Happy Unbirthday!’ he read. ‘Thinking of you today and hope you are keeping well.’
He smiled and sent his thankful reply.