Five

You forgot, didn’t you.
Allow me to sulk, please.
Actually, I almost forgot, too. If it hadn’t been for my dearest Elena in Madrid, today probably would have passed without my remembering and thus acknowledging its significance.
I didn’t forget last year, though. In fact, in honor of the occasion, I displayed my talents as a chanteuese.
This year I’ll let David Bowie do the honor.