or so they say, i guess i'll find out in 18 days time.
i'm regarding it as a big birthday because it has an "O" in it but i can't say i'm too bothered. to some extent i've faced the decrepitude of aging, i long ago got used to a body that isn't always what i want and i'm still happy with my decision to go grey; the last colour is almost all gone and so far i'm not feeling any pangs of regret, in fact in my mind (which could be delusional, i admit) there's a softness to it and i like it. it matches the other soft bits :)
i have four wonderful young people to cheer me on, a job and a home, good friends...
i treated myself to a new dress (well, mum says it's her treat but i was going to do it anyway, thanks ma) and a trip overseas.
for the actual day i'm planning on a scrummy breakfast with the clan, so long as the folks with rugrats can manage to get organised that early, otherwise an afternoon tea probably.
it could become an excuse for an all out bacchanalia so if life happens not to begin at forty at least i will have had a good time getting there