...and I'm 40 and the wind is blowing rain across the fields. No, I'm not avoiding the point, because actually there isn't one. Except that, if you consider 40 to be one of those milestones where you need to pause and assess the path already trodden and the path ahead, well, hey, I've come this far, I might as well keep going ;) I might just pace myself a bit better and take a few more lunch stops from now on.
Actually, the 40s promise to be the best decade yet. No more childbirth and nappies, and the hope of the last few years' of work bearing fruition.
The last ten days were taken up with the local Fêtes Vocales, concerts, tellings and all sorts, a little challenging, what with the rest of life to balance alongside, but great to take part.
And so, if I could just hear back from the wonderful publisher who requested a full, and if her next answer could be as thrilling as her first... well my next post might be about cloud-walking.
Vive la quarantaine !
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