So, on my birthday I was taken out for breakfast by two of my husbands - the current one and the one before that. It was very pleasant. We called with The Pet Shop Boy and he greeted me,
Happy Birthday Nelly! Twenty-one?
And I replied,
Twenty-one is exactly one-third of my actual age.
I've a good bit of birthday left and later I may drink wine. We had cake yesterday and there may be more today.