This weekend saw the start of my 28th year. 10,229 days on this planet we call home. Somehow this birthday feels more poignant than the others, maybe because I was at home, having a chilled, quiet birthday, rather than the last 10 years of birthdays; filled with rum, beer, Sambuca and more rum. As I lay in bed with my coffee, I sat and reflected on my time here so far. Many memories, some regrets and most definitely a whole load of fun.