I can't complain but sometimes I still do*

How quickly pass the years.
None of my lot gave me a present or a card this morning. But I quite like that informal way our family deals with birthdays. And anyway, anything I would want we can't afford or is priceless. I think I'm already doing okay with the priceless stuff.
A friend who died a few years back once told me that having enough money is boring - and I'll take comfort in that (even if he may have been mistaken).

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