Spent yestarday in the company of (amongst others) my big sister who is now officially old, at 40. This means, disturbingly, there’s only a short 4.5 years until I reach that age. Unlike the last time a 40th birthday got mentioned here, there’s no photo, because:

a) No comedy cake
b) She’d kill me, and quite frankly, I’m scared. So I left the camera at home ;-).

I didn’t even mind driving to the pub (which I’m usually morally opposed to), because we live quite close together, so post-pub I got to lie in the garden all afternoon drinking Stella.