On being 38 and turning 39.

This week I am turning 39. Yes, It’s my Birthday this Friday. As a proper grown up I am supposed to scoff at that and think it unimportant. But hey! I am not a proper grown up. Birthdays always give me the feeling of starting anew, or at the least with a slightly less mucky…

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The Kid’s Birthday and the Aftermath.

They tell you a lot of things when you are pregnant. How breastfeeding is the best way to feed the baby, forgetting to tell you how incredibly painful it can be. How this is the most beautiful time of your life, while your relationship is slowly dying and you sit there, patiently listening, with bra…

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On being 37 and turning 38

This Thursday I will be turning 38 and for the first time since I turned 31 I mind getting older. For some reason 38 seems ancient to me. A giant leap closer towards wrinkles, creaky bones and the point of no return. A sort of this is it feeling. I will forever be this anxious,…

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