So I’ve finally turned 40, which is such a relief as now I can tell people my age without having to bear the awful embarrassment which flicks across their faces as if to say ‘really? You’re not 40 yet?’
Well I am now. Finally my age matches the grey hair, the wrinkles and the extra tummies which I sport these days.
Plus, I’m glad to be here as I’m the right end of a decade and right now 50 feels like miles away.
So I never gave up smoking before 40, or lost the extra poundage. A pity, that. But actually I do still feel quite good.
There are lots of things which could be worse in life. For example, being a ‘youth’ again.
Who would want to experience that twice?