I'm forty now.
Don't feel any different, though.
Did a rewrite of my submission for Coming Up over the weekend and got it in by the deadline. Phew!
Not much writing going to happen this week. I've got a party on Saturday and the lawn needs mowing, the house needs tidying, the food and drink needs buying, the balloons need blowing, etc etc.
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Wow, OLD! You're like, old enuff to be my DAD! (Well, if you were 14 when you sired me...which isn't that unlikely where I live!)
Just joshing, of course.
Happy Birthday! Enjoy your party. Can I come? I've decided to opt out of having this baby. Someone else can do it.
Hasn't that child arrived yet?!
Good grief. Not a good start from an obedience point of view.
Hey, she's her mother's daughter...
HB-day PC. Have a great party on Saturday.
Cheers, Danny. Here's hoping for a bright sunny day.
Enjoy the party Paul!
40 is the new 30. That's what people told me anyhow. Now I'm closer to what must therefore be the new 40.
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