The new me

There was lots of cake. And lots of candles.
Birthdays rock.
Shame I won’t get another one for a whole year.
It made me look forward to my 30th.
We sang Happy Birthday and I blew my candles out three times; first with a friend I hadn’t seen for nearly a year, secondly with a fellow nearly-30-er who had baked me a (tasty, tasty) cake, and thirdly with my nearest and dearest while drinking sparkling rosé.
The next day, aimlessly changing radio channels, I began listening to Radio 2.
My slowly ticking brain registered approval.
A motto for my year so far: more Radio 2, less rosé.