This semi-prime number, 51, is a bit like that, neither meat nor fish (my anguish does not subside).
I don’t really want to party, and anyway, the restaurants and pubs here reopen after 12.
Since January, we have been in a hard and pure lockdown; perhaps (perhaps) after May 17th, we could also travel, but we won’t know where and how.
I have the impression that even this year, I will hardly be able to go down to Italy.

Let’s say that birthday this year was more of an excuse for holidays and self-gifts.
Happy Birthday to me.