I’m not good at remembering birthdays. I send cards and messages, but often they’re sheepishly inserted into the post box a little late and prefaced with an apology. If you’re reading this and it applies to you then I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t think of you on your birthday. I do – but by then it’s too late to get the card to you on time.
A new year brings new resolutions and this year I did promise myself I’d try to be more organised. I thought I was doing well. The cards were reaching people on time, I’ve fastidiously sent out messages and felt quite smug – until I realised that I’d forgotten one. The anniversary of my book release.