This weekend I have a birthday. In fact tomorrow I turn 40. This has been terrifying me for the past six months. I've always been proud of the fact that I look younger than my age, but there's something different about turning forty.
I'm now looking in the mirror and seeing the effects of age. I actually feel that tomorrow I will look in the mirror and overnight I will look at least a hundred years old.
I have approached every birthday before this as just another number, but forty is actual adulthood. There's no getting away from the fact that I'm no longer young. I think I have to start wearing a hair net and ask for a blue rinse at the hairdressers.
So in order to prevent the complete and utter degeneration of my mind and body by turning the incredibly old age of forty, if anyone asks my age, for at least a good couple of years, I have decided I will be 39. That sounds like a good plan and one I hope, no one will be able to pull me up on. Unless that is, I actually do look like an old haggard maid tomorrow.