Birthday !

On Sunday I turn 40, again. At my age there is nothing to celebrate, and my birthdays are even worse as I usually never get any presents. Sometimes my husband does remember my birthday, and I get a homemade present card for a City break. But these are not to be used before I turn 100 as there is a small text in the bottom saying it is valid from August 31st 2066. He might also get me a subscription of Madame Figaro but doesn’t usually pay the bill, so I will only get it during 3 weeks.

But I can always wish !

Things I really want but have no chance of getting:
1) Gerald de Palmas singing to me “Je veux qu’elle m’aime”, and he must mean every word he is singing.
2) Orhan Pamuk reading me Ka’s poems. And between each poem he will gently kiss me on my forehead. Too corny? Okay, we will instead make passionately love between each poem; there is only 19 of them.
3) My husband cleaning his paper mess on our computer desk.

Things I have 1 % chance of getting:
1) Duffy’s new CD.
2) Orhan Pamuk’s “My name is red”.
3) A beautiful bouquet of white flowers from the fantastic flower girl at our neighbor village.

Things I probably get after I tell it is my birthday in the morning:
1) “Happy Birthday, wife”.
2) A box of old chocolate ("Best before October 1995") from the gas station.
3) A very ugly bouquet of multicolored flowers from the same gas station.