My half-way to old age* birthday mostly consisted of staying in my pyjamas and chilling, then having a home-cooked Mexican meal, margaritas and a giant jaffa cake (that was more cake than jaffa).
I don’t think I look too unfortunate for my age. I’ve seen younger looking women, much more worse for wear.
Creative number work with the candles.
*according to my youngest, nobody is officially old until they’re 86.