Writers' Guild saves birthday
Monday, April 18, 2005
So I'm sitting on the loo this morning reading about the forthcoming Writers' Guild AGM (hey! a large percentage of the books I read during my childhood were finished on the porcelain throne, I'll have you know) and see that it takes place on April 22nd. That's the day after my mother's birthday, I think to myself. Not many days away. But then, if my mother's birthday is only a few days away, that means my father's birthday is imminent. What's the date today? The 18th. Aagh. It's my father's birthday today.
He was 75 last year and I forgot his birthday. In fact, I've forgotten his birthday for most of my life. Never mind all the psychological explications and justifications, I've been through them.
Anyway, I'll get the kids to make cards today and I'll pick up something in London later and we'll all swing by the house this evening. At least I remembered it today and not tomorrow. These WGGB newsletters are good for something after all.
He was 75 last year and I forgot his birthday. In fact, I've forgotten his birthday for most of my life. Never mind all the psychological explications and justifications, I've been through them.
Anyway, I'll get the kids to make cards today and I'll pick up something in London later and we'll all swing by the house this evening. At least I remembered it today and not tomorrow. These WGGB newsletters are good for something after all.
