On Friday it was my birthday. I celebrated at home with my family. I had cake. I was spoiled. I couldn't have been happier. But it was different of course this year. And not just because of coronavirus and lockdown.
Over the past 54 years the ways of marking my annual milestone have naturally changed. Evolved. In childhood there were the parties. All boys, sports mainly, in the rambling back garden of our beautiful family home in a comfortable corner of Hertfordshire.
