It's my birthday today. No, wait, I'm not asking for birthday greetings.
It's nice having a birthday on a special day that's not sacrosanct like Christmas day. People smile when you tell them you were born on Hallowe'en. But I do resent the fact that my day has been transformed from a modest celebration - apples bobbing in water - to a media-inspired scrum, with hordes of youngsters expecting gifts just for ringing a doorbell.
Mind, we're happy to oblige for good-natured youngsters such as Max, our neighbour Tony's son!
PS: my schoolfriend had a worse time: 22 days younger than me, he was born the day President Kennedy was assassinated.