This evening I decide to go public and announce my new employment status on Facebook. Spend some time responding to jolly birthday messages sent to me yesterday. I wallow in the surprised comments of those who thought that if my birthday ended in a 0 (as announced the day before), it must have started with a 4. Share the news with them that one colleague assumed I was leaving work to have a baby. Only later do I realise that this particular colleague does not wear glasses. Yet. Resolve to keep a wide berth if I spot her at the wheel of a car.
Also notice properly for the first time that as all my Facebook friends are listed in alphabetical order by Christian name, my best friend from my last school, Aaren, will always be ranked at the top, unless I suddenly befriend an aardvark (and one that has a Facebook account, at that). So glad I decided not to name my daughter Zoe.
