Forty Five.
I had my birthday last week and turned 45. For some reason the number almost seems significant but the best I can come up with is 45rpm (the speed single's used to be played at) or with even less relevance, Colt 45s. As it happens I was working in the morning (having done a sleep in shift at work the night before) and came home just in time to catch up with the missus (who was doing a sleep in shift at work that night). She had decorated the flat with banners and balloons for me and bought a dangerously lovely birthday cake etc so I was all good to go. My friend Kate and my god-daughters were all down for the weekend's entertainment too so good on all fronts.