My birthday is coming up. And by coming up, I mean I’m turning twenty-eight in four days. I tend to keep my birthday celebrations pretty low-key – I had a big blowout for my twenty-fifth birthday a few years ago, complete with a pink sequinned party dress and Skittles-flavoured cocktails, but since then, it’s been all quiet dinners and cupcakes with my BFFFFF. I spent my birthday last year en route to Berlin – it was pouring rain when we arrived and our hotel beds were so tiny that I couldn’t roll over without hitting the nightstand, but I was still so happy to be living in Europe that none of it mattered. This year, obviously, things are quite a bit different… and I’m thinking I might be entitled to get myself a little present, since I can’t go on a holiday!