Forty

Yes. I'm almost forty.

I find it quite frightening.

I'm the youngest out of five children, so I'm used to being younger than everyone, but now I'm really not any more, and I have to face that fact!!

OK, I'm still younger than my siblings, obviously, but that's no consolation!

In a way, though, I've aged gradually, which has given me time to get used to it. The really weird thing is thinking that all my little friends from school are forty, too.

Last time I saw them, they were little kids. How could they possibly be as old as I am?? I refuse to believe it - I'm sure they're all still riding their Raleigh choppers and eating plasticine.

Then there's all the vibrant prime-of-life people that I used to know. When I first started work at 16, I seemed to work in a company made up entirely of thirty and forty-something people. I can't believe those people are now approaching or into their retirement. Bizarre.

Which reminded me, and I just checked on iMDB, all the stars of thirtysomething are now fifty-something. That's just not right.