Most of us can remember a time when a birthday - especially if it was one's own - brightened the world as if a second sun has risen.

I sometimes suspect that half our difficulties are imaginary and that if we kept quiet about them they would disappear.

There are some people who want to throw their arms round you just because it's Christmas, there are other people who want to strangle you just because its Christmas

Most of us can remember a time when a birthday - especially if it was one's own - brightened the world as if a second sun has risen.

Most of us believe in trying to make other people happy only if they can be happy in ways which we approve.

Yet another birthday, yet another Christmas. They've stolen this time from us.