I’m over 40 – so what? I have a husband, two teenagers and a cantankerous cat. I don’t look old, I don’t feel old and I refuse to ‘be’ old. In my head I’m 25 – I used to laugh when my mother said that to me – now I get it. I’m not going to tell you what make-up to use, what holidays to go on and what life insurance you should have. And I most certainly won’t be telling you what to wear. I’m not going to sympathise with you for being middle-aged because who says we need sympathy? Life is sometimes great and sometimes rubbish, regardless of your age.
The only thing I’m going to try and do in this blog is make you laugh, make you smile, or at the very least make you say ‘Oh my god that happens to me!’
Sometimes my life is organised like a military machine, sometimes it’s chaos. Sometimes I’m glamorous, sometimes I’m grungy.
On occasion I go out in my pyjama top.
Welcome to my blog!