Twenty-Five
Memory 14
Patience was born on Valentine’s Day and I blasted into the world two days before Christmas. That’s why Mum and Dad make a special effort every year to throw us a truly great party. So we don’t feel as though our birthdays are being hijacked by other holidays.
So we feel important.
When I was little, the parties were your typical kid event - fruit kebabs and fairy bread and koala cakes from the Women’s Weekly cookbook; pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey and Twister and duck, duck, goose.
As I grew older (though, sadly, no cooler), I asked for Dungeons and Dragons parties, or Star Wars ones, or we all dressed up as wizards and knights and acted out mediaeval warfare in our backyard. And then every second year I had a Doctor Who party, and dressed as a different doctor eac
