...is tomorrow. It's a big birthday. A very big birthday. And I can't quite believe it's happening. It's the kind of thing that happens to other people; like winning the lottery (nice), or being run over by a bus (not nice).
I've had this strange compulsion to tell everyone. In shops and at social occasions and the place where I keep the horse, I find myself telling everyone within earshot (and now in the blogosphere). Not because I'm proud, but because I'm appalled. Nonetheless, I want everyone to know. I want to be reassured that I won't become human wallpaper; disappear; be ignored.
But we're having a big party next weekend, and that will be lovely. The upside, you might say.
Oh, and if anyone wants to give me a little present, and you're not a follower of this blog, please be my number 110. 109 looks....untidy, somehow.