So I've reached what I think of as The Sergeant Pepper Birthday. "Will you still need me, will you still feed me..." and all that. My sister asked me if I was looking forward to it and I said, "Well, it's happening- but it's not as if I were having my friends round to eat jelly and ice cream and play pass the parcel".
It's just another notch on the tally stick.
The Telegraph has a front page picture of Twiggy who's a year older than me and has just signed a big contract with L'Oreal. Good old Twigs. Where's there's life there's hope.