La famiglia has been scheming to get us all to Disney for my fiftieth birthday. That is fine with me, so long as no one expects me to turn up, too. I was reminded of Brendan Behan.
I was court-martialled in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.
The whole notion has made me cranky and teeth-gnashy. Grrr.