First quarter century
Tomorrow is my 25th birthday. Age doesn’t usually bother me; I’m not the sort of person who stresses out about having a birthday every year, but this year is somehow different. I’m really not that keen on 25. But hey ho, tomorrow will come, I will turn 25, and there’s not much point sitting around moping about it. With that in mind, I’m hoping for cake and presents and sunshine and we’re planning a day of fun at the Doctor Who exhibition!