An April or two ago I went to Paris for "that birthday". There was no way I wanted to be in the Southern hemisphere when turning 30.
The decades are hard. I remember being terribly forlorn the day I turned 10. When my Mother asked me why I was so sad on my birthday I replied "because yesterday was the last day I would ever be one figure old. The next time anything this big happens I'll be turning 100!"
This time, instead of Mummy's cuddles for comfort on such a momentous occasion I turned to shoes in the streets of Paris. These were my choice.
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The decades are hard. I remember being terribly forlorn the day I turned 10. When my Mother asked me why I was so sad on my birthday I replied "because yesterday was the last day I would ever be one figure old. The next time anything this big happens I'll be turning 100!"
This time, instead of Mummy's cuddles for comfort on such a momentous occasion I turned to shoes in the streets of Paris. These were my choice.
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