40

Today is my fortieth birthday.

It's that age where you get congratulated for "reaching 40" - clearly there is now a sense of achievement for a person at not having carelessly died along the way and instead have managed to stay alive for a significant period of time - or at least significant for those counting in base ten numbers. I haven't blogged for a while and have been considering bringing the blog to an end - or at least using alternative social media platforms as blogging is a bit of a one-way experience.

Still, here I am for now. Gill gave me a fabulous coffee machine for my birthday and has booked a weekend away for the end of the month on the Hawkesbury River. In the meantime it is Maeve's first birthday and - did I not mention it? - we are also moving house.....