Thought that this might be more appropriate in the Old'n'bold seeing that I is one! I am now less than 36 hours away from my half telegram; or I would be if the Queen decided fit to send a half telegram to those who have reached their 50th year! Câmon maâam, even an e-mail would do. Might even make up for not giving me that QGJM which I missed out on despite almost half your reign in service!!! Am I looking forward to my half century? I should be as itâs a day at Twickenham tomorrow imbibing with some old friends followed by a Barbie on Sunday. Thereâs also a three day secret trip planned for Monday but I am yet privy to the exact agenda; be packed and ready to go on Monday says she! So why do I face it with such trepidation? Well, itâs not the significance of being 50; after all, 50 is the new 40 what with folk living older and generally being more healthy and active (despite my love of whiskey, brandy and cigars!). But there are other reasons for facing the event with anguish. Mizz K13âs mother has been seriously affected by her MS for a number of years and has been in a nursing home for at least the last 4. She is now in hospital as the disease reaches itâs final and awful stages and it is not known how many days she has left. Itâs terrible to see such a grand old lady reduced to nothing more than skin and bone as she uses every last ounce of her strength to fight off this most evil condition. If that wasnât enough, then to add to my anguish, my 15 year old boy was beaten senseless on Thursday by a man in his twenties. Heâd gone to Norwich with his school drama group on Thursday for an audition which could see them performing at the national theatre. During a break they took advantage of the weather to relax in the park opposite the theatre. Yes, they were skylarking and probably being a bit boisterous but that was no reason for the thug to do what he did. He accused my Sam of upsetting his two children and, before Sam had a chance to explain, punched him in the face and then kicked him in the face whilst he was down. My son was then subjected to a vicious kicking before other members of his group stopped the attack. The thug then gathered his kids (no doubt traumatised) and casually walked off. The paramedics needed to be called and gave treatment to Sam at the scene and the police are now looking for the attacker. My son might be a typical teenager and, like other teenagers, he can be stroppy. But generally heâs a very polite and sensitive lad who lives for his drama and is active in his local church. Heâs now sat at home (having been unable to sit the second part of his art GCSE) in shock and with his confidence shot to pieces. And just to add to the build up to this half century event, my daughter phoned from Germany to let me know that my granddaughter has chicken pox! So, what am I wishing for on my birthday? First and foremost that Doreen finds an end to her suffering one way or another so that she might regain some dignity and be free from her pain; that my son recovers quickly from the pain and trauma that he has suffered; and that my granddaughter is quickly over the chicken pox. Oh, and five minutes alone with the ginger headed bully in Norwich would be the ultimate gift! To get back on track and not fill the whole thread with misery, itâs my 50th birthday on Sunday! So here is the start of my birthday thread that I hope to keep going until Sunday night; to allow you all the opportunity of wishing me a happy birthday, commiserations or for general abuse; it certainly wouldnât be the ARRSE that I love and enjoy without the old legless jokes! But I would suggest saving the âhappy birthdaysâ for Sunday; you see, I am somewhat of a pessimist and am certain that some tragedy will befall me prior to midnight tomorrow thus preventing me from reaching that milestone! But, so as to allow the abuse to go ahead (as is your right), I shall post some photos in reflection of my half century â¦ and no, persec has never been an issue with me, too many of you know who I am anyway!