There's no hiding from it.... I'm 40 now. For what it's worth, I don't much care and I don't feel any different - what's all the fuss about? Why is thirty-nine one thing, and forty another? Given that a big party seemed unreasonable, foolish to plan in case of some disaster unthinkable in the before… Continue reading RED 40: running for forty days
Smelly Socks and Garden Peas 