Yesterday was my birthday. As usual I’m getting on with work just like any other day and any other birthday. But on this day every year, I knew that the call would come in at some point.
But not today, just like last year.
The call would start ‘Happy Birthday Old ‘Un’ and we’d continue making fun of each other for a few minutes, followed by an update on where the hell in the world the call was coming from. Bermuda, Galapagos Islands, St. Lucia, USA or just good old blighty.
I miss those calls, it was my chance to tell the person on the other end what a complete bell-end he was, but he already knew that. But regardless of what names he was known by, he was and still is my little brother.
Life goes on.
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