I am forty one today. Which means that I am now definitely in my forties. I didn't mind turning forty a year ago. I loved my thirties and felt that my forties would be even better. And besides, there was somehow both a feeling of achievement to it and a sense of still being able to dance across the line back into my thirties if I wanted to. But now I am definitely forty something. No turning back. Mmm - not quite sure what to make of that.
I have taken no photographs today. But here, for no reason other than I like the image, is one I took a couple of years ago.
Maybe my forties will be the decade where I dress up in nothing but balloons....
Or maybe not.