Birthday today

Today is my twenty-second birthday. Tomorrow night is the big dinner (those who've been invited know the time and location).

Twenty-two is a bit of an anti-climax, after my rip-roaring, action-packed twenty-first (involving a large hall, lots of people and much more lasagna than today); though I did win a lot (25 euro) on the scratch cards various aunties and uncles bought for me, and my brother gave me a picture of a monkey.

My mum's card was quite soppy, as one would expect. It read:

Son, remember how you always wanted to grow up and become something special?

...well, you did.

As the picture inside the card shows, it turns out my mum thinks I turned into Dave Shea...

Not just Dave Shea. Dave Shea flying a frickin' kite.