Well, hello!
This is my first entry on my take on being 'middle aged'. I don't like it, wasn't ready for it and didn't see it creep up on me, unannounced. It happened in a very sneaky, sly way and caught me unawares. I am of course going to fight it - in fact I've been fighting it for a few years now and I'm not going to give in gracefully at all. So in a rather perverse way, I'm going to chronicle some of the daft, batty things I've managed to do without even trying and I'll hope with hand on heart that you, yes you reading this will understand, and maybe even contribute?
I'll be back later, because right now, I've forgotten what I was going to say.
