Turning 40 0
In early May I was invited to a birthday party in the centre of town for one of the young nurses. I would normally have made my excuses and not gone but this time I accepted. As we live in the countryside, about 17 miles from town hubby I volunteered to drop me off and pick me up; although I knew he wouldn't be happy with staying sober enough to collect me at midnight. When I arrived in town and saw what the others were wearing I felt old and dowdy in my glasses, smart trousers, blouse...