5 days into old age...

and I've thoroughly enjoyed it so far. Thankies to everyone who sent cards/e-cards/booze/all of them to be on the safe side! If life could carry on like this, I'd be well happy. Here's how it panned out so far.

Friday - indulgence day, ending with a family night, so we could all celebrate with the niece before she headed off for Mexico the next day.
Saturday - spent charging around like a lunatic with the big sis, before heading for a good pub (after watching Dr Who, obviously)
Sunday - nursing a mild hangover with a trip to La Tasca
Monday - working day, but with less bitching than usual (not from colleagues - we are are customer service team, and the blighters do make it hard to be polite sometimes)


I keep being drawn to the old-bag skincare aisle - which in some cases starts age 25. And wondering if I should look at the mortgage again. And this great-auntie thing is looming on the horizon. But I am now really excited at the thought of the trip. Especially as the weather forecast there is sunny, sunny all the way!


There's a reunion planned, all of us who used to frequent a rock pub are getting our sad old arses along to a big night out on 21 July. So for one night we are all going to bop around our zimmers, revisit our fashion disasters and I'll be flaunting the sunburn - yay! Follow that up with a trip to the Cambridge Folk Festival, and I can avoid any serious mature behaviour til September.

Growing older is one thing, but I'm damned sure growing up is optional.

it's the last day of being 42

and 43 sounds a bit old and past it.

So to 'celebrate' the birthday tomorrow, we've just had a day of eating too much cake, being juvenile and scaring the younger members of staff. Perfect working day, really! But we got the work done and didn't scare the visitors, so no one can complain. Well, not unless they want to wear the remains of the tiramisu... and who would be to blame for throwing it? I'm not the only Tiswas fan in the office.

I've been really good about not opening my presents so far. Mostly because they've been thoughtfully wrapped so's I can guess the contents. Thanks to Sophie & Scott, and Anita, I may have to start drinking around 10am tomorrow. Seems a bit early to get out of bed on my birthday though, so maybe it can wait til lunchtime. My family have refused point-blank to hand over anything until tomorrow evening. I have a reputation for being totally unable to resist opening stuff early, that they won't let me live down.

Don't they know I'm older and wiser ;)