This time last year I was seeing my 26th birthday in with, what I can remember, a pretty brilliantly drunken night in London with a load of mates. Alas the day was without my heavily pregnant girlfriend who had arrived in Thailand having, only days before, waiting for me to finish up with my job and get on a flight out of Blighty too.
So, I'm a year older and my day has been a relaxed affair with fantastic weather, a trip to the weekend market and precious time with the family.
Evening entertainment is remarkably more sober, watching my team, Arsenal, trying to overturn a half-time deficit against the multi-millionaires of Manchester City - two of whose players were sporting our red and white strip a year ago.
From where I now sit: the change of scene, pace and responsibility is fantastic. I can't turn the clock back, but even if I could, I wouldn't.
So here's to another eventful twelve months, though the significance of my 27th year will take some beating.
Well, we could start with Arsenal coming out and getting the three points - perhaps things don't change so much after all?
And before I'm accused of being an old git already, my birthday bash is later this month - photos and report to follow...