Today I am fifty. I don’t think I ever expected to see it, but here is the big day. It feels far more important to me than my fortieth.
My beloved took me shopping to buy the thing I wanted – I wanted an opal, or some opals. I am now wearing a beautiful opal bracelet, and it is so pretty. I am immensely happy with it.
I have had flowers, presents, cards, many texts and emails and am feeling loved and happy.
I have just eaten a delicious prawn cocktail, washed down with a glass of chateu neuf de pape. I had the option of going for a meal out but when your partner is such an excellent cook it seems a waste. We bought a bottle of Armagnac too, so we are looking forward to a lovely evening.
The only blots on the landscape are that my Beloved has an aching neck and I have toothache – except it isn’t in my tooth, I would say that it is in my gum, or my jaw or my ear, I cannot locate it but it hurts.
When I was a child, of course, fifty seemed to be ancient, but now it seems that I am middle aged. I suppose I had better pull my socks up and grow up, but I am always slow at what I should do. Procrastinate now would be my adage.