Birthday.

I've got a feeling that today is my first ever girlfriend's fiftieth birthday. It's either the 11th or the 15th of August and, given I can barely remember my pin and certainly can't remember my phone number, I'm surprised I've narrowed it down to those two days. I'm certain it's one of them. She must have meant a lot to me, because of course she did. 

I remember her looking like Valentina Vargas in "The Name of the Rose". I don't suppose she does anymore. Probably buys her clothes first hand these days. 

Happy birthday, Nicky. I hope you're alright. Whatever you're doing.