My ex-girlfriend (who turned up in my life in January after a welcome absence of 15 years) has sent me a jolly-oh-so-funny-of course-we're-friends happy birthday text.

She's the last person I wanted to hear from this morning.  Instinctively I want to reply with a nasty putdown, but in our bitter post-living together period she helped lose me some friends, so the best thing to do is ignore.

Forgotten her already.

It's my day.  An egomaniac's delight.  A day for nice things to happen, starting with a shampoo and haircut