I had another birthday the other day, and by way of celebration we drove four hours west of Melbourne and set up for summer holiday. (Pictured).
Despite my whining on the day about my rickety knees, I actually never feel older than I used to. I still feel like I am about 19, maybe 20.
Then I look in the mirror and see a few lines from laughter, and I think, OK, maybe I am about 25.
Then I see the young things down at the beach, and I think, hmmm, OK. Maybe about 30?
Then I wake up after celebratory bottleored and flash dinner and think, yup, I am in my mid-30s after all.
When TF did that happen?