Last weekend we already enjoyed some cake to celebrate my 50th birthday today. It’s odd having my birthday during the pandemic lockdown, but at the same time I don’t mind not celebrating it (I don’t often do). I remember how my dad absolutely hated it when he turned 50, and to evade being home took me on a walking trip in the Alps, despite his fear of heights. I don’t have any particular feeling about it, except maybe that my continued sense that I’m just starting out is a bit more out of place now.

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