I’m sitting on the couch, on a wet Friday night, wrapped in a blanket, sipping a gin and tonic. My husband is upstairs – wrestling with wrapping paper I hope. We’ve a playlist to agree, another drink to have and then my thirties will be over. They started in Venice,…
As my 40th birthday approaches I’m trying to get sensible. There’s no denying that I’m an adult now. So here are 17 “adulty things” (I know adulty isn’t a word, see no. 17 below) that I’ve done or am working on doing, that everyone really should, just to, you know,…
I’m OK. Totally OK. I am totally OK with turning 40 in two-and-a-half weeks. That’s what I’ve been telling myself for months and months, for years in fact. It’s only a number. I am as old as I feel, as old as I choose to believe, or choose to act.…
Today, I turn thirty nine. (Happy Birthday to meeee) I was born at midday on a Friday, thirty nine years ago. I arrived by c-section, my parents’ first baby. Nearly forty years ago. (Happy Mammyversary Mam, Happy Daddyversary Dad) From today, I’ll be “forty next birthday”, “in my fortieth year”.…
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