life at 40
Life begins at forty, how many times have I heard that? Well here I was on my fortieth birthday and it didn’t feel like my life was about to change. Tom, my hubby had gone off to work as usual and our youngest daughter was off to college and staying in one of the student flats. The eldest and middle boys had left home over a year ago and were now well established in their own flats. Tom had given me a lovely birthday card and said that he would take me out for a meal at night after his...