So in lieu of celebratory indulgences yesterday (well, I can't do anything much because of COVID), I went for my scheduled torture session with my physio.
The therapist had gotten wind it was my birthday and asked what I was doing after physio. I joked I'd probably bake something but my dough never rises so I must be a witch. He giggled as he moved my left arm to an excruciating position and he started pushing at it to open up my shoulder.
I grimaced in pain, tears welling in my eyes as I breathed through the agony.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." the therapist sang softly to me in his Scottish baritone as he continued pushing at my arm.
"Don't make me laugh," I said, still grimacing. "You're sweet but don't make me laugh while I'm in this excruciating position!"
Needless to say, that actually made my day.