By Fiona Purnell
Many readers may mock but something rather eventful happened to me in this last week.
I turned the big 3-0.
Now I can already see the smirk on many of your faces and hear the cries of ‘that’s nothing’ as you read this, but think back to how you were feeling when you were in my shoes.
It’s easy to say with hindsight that it’s just a number.
I remember thinking when I was a spritely young thing at school (no laughing) that people who were 30 were old. Hoping I’d never reach that age and could stay young forever like Peter Pan.
Sadly, of course, I was deluded. That was never going to happen.
I’ve reached the age of 30 and given how quick things have gone since I was celebrating my 21st birthday with friends in Edinburgh it won’t be long until I reach 40 and then 50.
But there’s one thing that’s really hit me about this year’s birthday...am I now supposed to properly grow up?
Should I be acting my true age or continue to proceed as if fooling myself that I’m still in my late teens/early 20s?
Is it really essential that one day you stop being immature and act like an adult?
And if I must grow up, is now the time to make that transition? Answers on a postcard please.
Wrong season: Anyone else get the feeling our weather is currently confused and stuck in the wrong season?
With all this wind and rain it feels like autumn rather than winter.
I don’t like to say it in case it’s a jinx, but I’m missing the cold and the snow.
I mean I don’t want a huge amount and I don’t want it lasting for weeks on end, but a few flakes before the end of January would be nice. Gales and rain are not the weather we should be having at this time of year.
I’d much rather be having the cold, frosty crisp days with the bright blue, clear skies.
If the weather man is reading this, any chance of arranging it?
This week ... Finished the Christmas chocolates (they were too tempting)...enjoyed a few drinks to celebrate reaching the end of my third decade...