Doves In A Glass

It was strange. We were in an old music record shop in London and I was flicking through some vinyl. I said to my Dad, who looked a bit bored, “What’s up?” I said, “Do you want to do something else?”
“I’d like to see something funny in Amdixon.”
“Amdixon? Where the hell is Amdixon?”, was it some suburb south of the river that was known for it’s cultural nightlife – much in the theme of Camden, north of the river?
I tried to work out what something funny was. Was it a comedy venue he wanted to go to or was it a statue in the centre of ‘Amdixon’ that was the centre of attraction?

I woke rather drowsily. I’d not dreamt like this in a little while and most dreams fade away as the morning hue through the curtains fades-in and for the life of me I wouldn’t be able to remember what the dream was about. But that moment stuck like it had actually happened and that name, ‘Amdixon.’ I pushed myself to sit up, cleared my sleepy eyes and grabbed my iPad. ‘Amdixon.’ Was it spelt like that, like Dixons or was it Dickson. No, definitely an ‘x’. I remember thinking that in the dream.

Of course there was no such place and to wake on my birthday with such as strange dream was one thing but to actually go to the effort of searching the internet to see if there was a place was probably just as bizarre.

It was a setting for my day though and my worry was, despite feeling quite high and happy that moment, that spending a birthday alone, due to this lockdown, that things would get low and I’d feel depressed, bored and unable to motivate myself to do anything paralysed with fear of anything I do would be disappointing.

I had a feel though that it wouldn’t be that way. Family and friends had sent birthday cards in plenty of time and I even had presents delivered in some form or another. I had something to open and we had video phone, each person using a different media to call me.

Sometimes with my birthday it feels like I need to do something for myself, something girly that reaffirms my gender identity and celebrate it at the same time that makes my birthday have that cherry on top – affirmation. Whether it’s wearing those nice shorts that I’ve nearly worn through to the thread, painting nails or plaiting hair – just something. For some reason this year it was neither of those. It was a large bottle of Prosecco and a tall fluted Champaign glass chilled ready for the evening; luckily a warm evening that was like summer.

While the air was still spring fresh and my best friend and his wife video called. An opening of birthday presents and a long chat and laughs that set the day the way it should be. Later in the morning a couple of hours video chat with my Mum and Dad while sharing a virtual coffee, it was just like our coffee days.

In the afternoon while the sun kept things hot I rode my bike across the fresh green Welsh fields and down around the outsides of the village to an old small viaduct with water rushing through underneath, all within our ‘once a day for one hour’ limit. If it were another time it felt like I’d have wish I’d bought a book and something small to sit on and read for a few hours while the sun light trickled through the trees and caught sparkles on the crystal clear water.

By the evening I was into my third video call with Maddie, if you’ve not read here before – ex-who-knows-now-best-friend, and we shared an impromptu virtual dinner. We timed our meals to finish the cook so we would dine together. It was never going to work, how would we time this, one hundred miles apart with two different meals, one in the oven and the other in the frying pan. Somehow the stars aligned and we were timed perfectly with me blowing a candle out at the other end.

We spent an age online chatting and my day had just melded into a new day and evening as things became fluid and spur of the moment. We said our goodbye later on and I decided to finish my birthday as I had planned. The one thing I had planned was going to happen.

The evening was still warm and dusk wasn’t too far away. I flung a thick blanket on the decking in the garden, set up candles dotted along the perimeter and moved the table aside that I had virtually dined with Maddie. I slide out the door with the big television putting it in the corner of the house outside where televisions don’t go and scattered cushions about the place. It was time for an alfresco movie. It had to be a classic. Something comforting and comfortable. Something funny but warm. Something I liked.

I filled my glass again for the umpteenth time with the Prosecco that, whether because it was my birthday or because it was a good bottle, was the best I’d tasted. I pulled a few DVDs half way out along the shelf which became a make-shift short list. I considered a few that I loved but I knew in my hearts of hearts that I’d be watching Notting Hill. The DVD played and the darkness crept in silently around me while the candle lit the bubbles in my glass rising happily to the top almost like they were doves being set free.

Laying back on the cushions while the film played out, surrounded by candles that were now the only source of light, I glanced up at the night sky. The stars were out and The Plough was straight above shining down like it had come to visit. In all these years, despite being the birthday I’ve been most alone, I’ve never felt less alone; perfect.

Until next time, stay safe.

Hannah x

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