Thirty days. One score and ten. Fingers, toes, and someone else's fingers (or toes).

Dunno what prompted me to remember my 30th birthday while cruising down the cycle path. Had a less than enjoyable day at work in a progress meeting due to lack thereof. Was maybe a factor in me resigning the following year. At least the evening was good, going out to a fancy restaurant just off the A140 where there was little or no choice on the menu - thankfully it was all good.

Big four-oh next year. Plans are already afoot and a booking has been made. Should be good.