Not so much angry as flat and disappointed.
Yesterday, the Mrs had her birthday. A lovely day it was too, opened her presents, went out for breakfast, a few hours wandering around Monkey World watching the orangutans, then round her Mum's house for Birthday tea.
Today is my birthday (that's right, we have back to back birthdays - for the rest of my life, if I forget her's then my day is buggered).
I was woke up at 4AM because my 6-month old daughter wouldn't stop crying. Dozed until 5:45AM when my wife told me she wasn't feeling well. 30 mins later and my better half is so violently and repeatedly sick that she's quite rightly spent the rest of the day in bed, as white as a ghost.
Our daughter was collected by my mother-in-law mid-morning so my projectile vomiting wife and I could have a 'romantic day' for my birthday. Sadly, this involved us having to miss Skyfall (no refund) and cancelling our romantic dinner tonight while we tackled the sodding Ebola virus...
Finally gave up and went to bed - totally exhausted - at 5:15PM and slept for fours hours. Of course, I can't show how disappointed I am, because I don't want her to feel any worse than she already does.
If another person ask how my birthday went, I'll disembowel them