This last week has flown by... it was my birthday week.
Another year older and inside I'm screaming "I don't want to be 38'. But I am.
It's funny age, in some contexts 38 feels old and yet in others 38 does still seem young. Too young to lose your mother as a close friend of mine did last week.
The amount of times that I think to myself that someone is 'old' only to find out that I'm older than them, it's all about attitude - but you cannot stop time ticking away. It's futile to feel frustrated and ultimately I really appreciate where I am in my life... but if I'm ever going to write a 40 before 40 list then I suppose now is the time; and I do love a list (although not quite sure I can bear putting 'finish house' on another list; which is pretty inevitable).
The kitchen mantlepiece - entering the birthday months around here, my birthday cards here will be cleared to make space for Coco's and then it's Christmas closely followed by Henry's birthday. Phew.
And yes that is an advent calendar you can see there in the background... a sort of b'day present from Hugh, I have a slight addiction, evidence of which can be seen here and here. Maybe he bought this one to stop me from buying more myself, but it's a good one - St Mark's Basilica in Venice.