50 7 July 2008
And last night I was at a 50th birthday (and another friend’s 50th coming up next weekend). There’s a lot of it about. It’s also why I neglected my blog yesterday. Between the excitement of Wimbledon (what a match) and the top doo – oh, and drinking quite a lot of beer, yes, that too – I sort of got sidetracked, as you do. The birthday girl rightly pointed out that time passes, the years get clocked up and there’s nothing you can do about it except get on with life and have as good a time as possible. Too right. I am facing a birthday myself at the end of the week and intend to ignore it as much as possible, barring some (many?) festive glasses of fizz sitting on some packing cases in the house that is a building site. Ah, the glamour. I won’t be 50 but I’m edging in that direction. Oh well, onwards and sidewards, but hopefully not downwards.
