55 and out or just challenging

I am living in an electronic age that I do not understand. Birthdays are for growing old graciously without intrustion from the outside world apart from 3 very nice bottles of wine from the office girls. So some very nice cards through the post - you know the sort of thing, views, cars, sports equipment, flowers and good wishes and then WHAM!! one e-card and two birthday hits on facebook. I just can't cope anymore - the 21st Century is trying to grab me screaming and kicking. Then to cap it all T Mobile have just sent me a text inviting me to a rave in Trafalgar Square for their next TV commercial.
So what, dear reader may you ask, happened on my 55th birthday. No rest for Santa. We had a course on challenging behaviour. I sometimes wonder if my colleagues have been on ones to learn how to be challenging but this was supposed to explore various forms of behaviour, some of the underlying reasons and then some of the responses. Was I set up? -- well that was my fear but actually it went quite well and I only got stitched up twice. Since the head of commissioning for London Borough of Enfield is on public record as saying that I am only an accountant and know nothing about learning disability I got the short straw to feed back on "what is behaviour, what makes it challenging and how do we know why it is challenging". I thought I did quite well but was told I "was taking it too managerially" but then it probably wasn't a good idea to have told the wonderfully named Caroline Dibble that she should word the question more clearly next time. Anyway, over coffee there was discussion about what a nice sunny day it was and how the blonde bomber would rather be out with the top off. I had to remostrate with her manager about this outburst of unseemly behaviour from which time it later became apparent that I had become the subject of mild gambling as to whether I would take up the invitation or not. Suffice to say that I was then taken out (to the significant financial cost of some colleagues) in an open top MR2, around the country lanes at high speed. Lots of comments about needing personal care (those in the care of health professions know what I mean) but actually not scary at all - at least not after 3 laps of Brands Hatch with a professional racing driver several years ago. I believe the pedestrian is making good progress and I should probably send him some flowers.