Many people don’t like to have birthdays in winter. As for me, equatorial summer baby, now in my element after decades of sweating on the fourteenth day of the year, I couldn’t be more at home. January is an almost universally detested month here. And now it’s one of my favorites. Coffee, Wilko’s pick and mix, scented candles, new mobile phone, pretty books, dirty mirrors, red manicure. Bring on the cake tomorrow. And maybe a little more rain.