Here's the deal.
My father's 72nd birthday was on March 26.
Three months later he was dead, from a cerebral haemorrhage.
My 72nd birthday is June 5 this year.
So, if you want to buy me a beer, please do it before the end of August.
And if I don't pop my clogs, I will happily - very happily! - buy you one back in September.