This month is mad for birthdays. Today it's Malcom's, last week it was Jacqui's, my Mum's, my Auntie Mimi's, Sue's, Uncle David's (he's 70!). I usually manage to remember everyone but I'm sure I've forgotten somebody....?
It just marks the inexorable unstoppable passage of time. I will be 44 this year (but not until September). When I was a child (deep down I still am) 44 seemed ancient, and quite frankly it still does. I have growing bingo wings, slack jawline, bags beneath my eyes, wrinkles around my mouth, cellulite (everywhere!) and have developed a fondness for big comfy knickers. My muscles and bones no longer work in the way I want them too, and if I push it they protest - very loudly.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERYONE
I want to be 17 again.