Birthday and For Sale

Well, my birthday was a dull slow day; I went for coffee and eclair and that was that. No cake, no celebration, not even a phone call from my family! 

Well, in their corner of the world, that is not England of course, people celebrate only kids' birthdays; grownups don't get any acknowledgement for their birthdays!

Though, when my dad was alive, he always remembered my birthday and bought me a cake. "28th of Feb is the first day of Spring," he would say. "Worthy of a cake and a celebration," he would announce, winking at me.

Bless you my dear father.

So it was a quiet day till the landlady-from-hell came for a visit! Then, my days were interesting and  exhausting, with lots of hard-work and plenty of sobs in-between. :(

So, I decided to put her up for sale:

An unpleasant, asshole-in-waiting, landlady for sale. She comes with a 300 yrs old farmhouse and 15 cats.