40. Not a very interesting number to be honest, but it is one of those big decade numbers that seem to form landmarks in your passage through life.
More interestingly, my arrival at the great age of 40 means that Mr TLC and I have clocked up 10 years together (actually that would have been in mid/late January, but we’re a bit hazy about the date).
So that makes two great excuses for eating far too much cake and being whisked away for the weekend by Mr TLC.
Life begins, as they say.
Congratulations!!!
Happy Belated!
Hope you have/had a great weekend.
PS A bit of advice – each lb put on after 40 is at least 10 times harder to shift than it was pre-40, so not too much cake… 🙂