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Time to plan

In 1976, the Chinese Year of the Dragon, the hottest summer in history (at that time), I came rushing into this world. I think many of my family and friend would agree the Year of the Dragon is fitting for me, and suits my forthright, argumentative and fiery nature.

 It's now 2016, the Year of the Monkey, and I feel it's definitely going to be full of some monkeying around. In August I'll turn 40, and I don't want to just let this pass by without proper celebration.

 I'm not one for big loud parties and huge celebrations, but I do want to do something that makes this birthday memorable.  I want to be able to look back on the day and know that it was special, never to be repeated, and cherished.

 When I look back at my happiest memories, it's never anything huge, it's the little things, the things that have taken time, thought and care, not the huge gestures or the expensive gifts and public demonstrations of affection.

 It's been the impromptu moments and decisions to take a roadtrip, but it's also been the meticulously thought out but carefully planned cosy times.

 I can't quite decide how I want my 40th to go this year. Do I want to be home? Do I want to be with family,with friends, with just my Other Half? Do I want to make a day of it, a weekend, a week even?

 I've only got 8 months to work it out......

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