NEW Year is done and dusted and Christmas is a distant memory.

This means only one thing — it’s my birthday next.

Despite my advancing years (I’ll be 35 in a month’s time) I still look forward to my birthday with great relish — it is just the job to blow away those New Year blues.

I start drawing up my wishlist on New Year's day.

I also love birthdays because all the attention is all on me. This isn't strictly true, though, because I’m a twin.

Things were also further complicated when my gorgeous niece was born on my birthday close to four years ago.

So in fact, none of the attention is on me anymore. When is it Christmas again?