Someone somewhere will be celebrating their birthday today.
I know of several, past and present, who were born in December, and a classmate from Grammar School will be 61 today.
We were never close, apart from sitting in adjacent rows in the classroom, but come every January in a wave of ‘superiority’, she would announce how old she would be ‘next year’, which of course would be almost two years older than everyone else at the time.
I’ve written previously about festive babies and how some of their birthdays are celebrated. You can read about that here.
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