Lying in bed last week my wife asked me how I old I was going to be on my birthday. Forty-four was the disappointing reply. Forty-four feels completely grown up. There is no way of spinning it. You are an adult.
I then questioned myself. Perhaps I’m a year younger. I was born in 1979. So if I turned one in 1980, then I was 10 in 1990, 20 in 2000 etc. So I was turning 43!
