I thought I'd mentioned it before, on some previous birthday over the many years I have spent with Danish culture infiltrating my life but I can't see any mention of it. Maybe I've been lamenting it on Facebook rather than on my blog?
Danes have this odd notion that the weather on your birthday reflects your behaviour over the previous twelve months. For a start if you live in a climate like Scotland, that doesn't do much for your self esteem. Worse still, if you have the misfortune of having been born in the depths of winter, you just know you're going to get a 'fail' on your behaviour report card!
So let's analyse my own results... I woke up to darkness, despite the fact that I didn't get up till eight this morning. The temperature was 2°C. Wind was blowing bins up the street and in the course of the first hour we had rain, wind, hail, snow, black sky, white sky, blue sky. This pattern repeated at twenty minute intervals for the remainder of the daylight hours.
At 7pm we had a school meeting up at Mearns Castle. Mearns Castle is possibly the highest point in Newton Mearns. The car park was slippery. Shards of frozen ice cut into us as we tried to cross it. Thomas had to hold my hand because I was being blown backwards across the icy path and by the time we got home it was snowing heavily.
So what would a Dane make of my year? Was I a twisted, volatile, evil bitch suffering the mood swing of middle age already? Of course there were ten minutes of sun and blue sky all-in, so perhaps there's a glimmer of hope for me yet?
I'm determined to spend at least one birthday in the southern hemisphere so I can feel better about myself!