Twas my birthday to-day, as far as I'm concerned , just another day, came down this morning and Jim had left a birthday card for me, opened it up and it was one of the jobs that u change the agey thing, said 55, I believed it, cos I can't count!!  When I got him up he said sorry pet, your 56, got it wrong, so I spent an hour thinking I was a young thing, what a rude awakening eh??  Got a card from my youngest (tres rude, but what the hell, he has my sense of humour!!).  Then our pals came down this afternoon, cos they had done "something" for my buffdy, 6 kids 6 - 17 years of age!!  I got cards and made up pressies from everyone of them, and the 4 youngest made up a song (they had been practicing all week) associating with my initials, (poor wee soul the youngest got I, so his word was incredible), waited a few seconds until his siblings whispered "incredible".  It was a joy, no-one ever had made such an effort on my birthday before, every card hand made.  Know what - nowt from my eldest. I will not lose sleep over it, but, know what hurts?  I never remember my Mother telling me she loved me, I made a point of doing so every day with my boys, youngest is the most affectionate, oldest thinks he's above all that.  But guess who he came to 2 years ago needing money cos he had an affair, which always costs? Not even his father, his step dad.  I have had the best day ever, been fantastic.