I am making a cake for Rob's 39th birthday tomorrow. He’s so young! I am 8 months older than him which means that later this year I have to face up to my fortieth and the fact that I will soon be officially middle-aged. I suppose I ought to start thinking about a party – a barn dance and hog roast in the community centre maybe or perhaps or karaoke at the lavish private room at Dragon Castle? Anyone got any thoughts? And there’s a few other home-truths I need to be addressing:
I need to take the word 'young' off my CV.
I must join a salsa class.
I need to make anti-ageing, winkle-defence, proretinolphytoblinc eye-cream part of my regular routine.
I have to start joining in when Question Time is on.
It’s now very unlikely that there will be any new additions to Landcroft House.
I will never be able to wear a bikini.