Happy Birthday to me...
I feel one hundred and three...
I'm forty nine now foreverrrrr
Happy Fiftieth to me.....
Yes, folk in little over an hour, New Zealand time, I will pass over the threshold of youth and fall onto the slippery slope of middle age.
I turn fifty tomorrow and according to my Mother, that happens officially at about 3am, the time I was born. Bloody inconvenient if you ask me...but apparently I didn't want to come out. I was probably asleep and quite happy where I was.
Now, fifty years later and I am officially into my middle age.
Some would say that middle age starts when you're thirty, but I don't think so. Even into my forties I still considered myself 'youngish'....now I suppose I fall into the category of "matronly" - rather like Hattie Jaques in "Carry on Nurse"...about the right size, too.
Ah, well....*waves to my youth as it fades into obscurity*
Does this make me too old to ogle JM?
....Ngah!! didn't' think so. *ogles shamelessly*