Forty eh! What's it all about then?

There I was thinking that forty was the new thirty... entering a new age with bells and whistles, but keeping my youth, humour and brain...

...until...

today...

when...

this morning...


ONE: Not only did I fall flat on my face in the garden...and I mean FLAT on MY FACE, resulting in a grazed upper lip for all to see...I think I tripped over a fleck of dust!

TWO...I later drove UP a DOWN ramp in a multi-storey car park that I've used many a time!

THREE...I somehow managed to buy jam for my four year old, which I later noticed is heavily laced with Claret.

What's going on?

Someone help, please?

I had thought I'd ask my new friend from Australia. Edith's her name. Edith Wise!

She knows a thing or two about aging!

But I'm not sure she'd remember who I was...

I suppose anything's worth a pop!