It being the first day of a new decade for me - my fifth (no, that doesn't mean I'm fifty - it's the start of my fifth decade), I wondered what the first words of my forties might actually be.
Silently singing along to Sympathy For The Devil and Jigsaw Puzzle by the Stones - my first activity of the day - doesn't count.
No, the first words I properly uttered were those of the title of this post - to a workman who was standing on the street looking up at scaffolding, and who was momentarily oblivious to the fact that I was trying to get past. When he saw me he apologised, and I said those words.
Regardless of the context, I quite like the fact that they are my opening words of this new decade.
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Very good.
My cousin tells me that live begins at 50, I have to assume she's right. I can about see it from where I stand.
Well done you for getting here, now just don't loose it as so many people do. I don't call it the lost decade for nothing.
Ooops and oops again for being bloody useless at sending birthday greetings.
I'm pre-occupied with a bad back and normal things to remember have gone off in the ether for a while.
So another big belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
love
xx
Yeah! Happy Belated Birthday to you. And I reckon those are really apt words to kick another decade off with. Nice one.
Thank you all. I do hope that this isn't the lost decade. Right now I feel comfortable being 40 since I think mentally I've been that age for some time..
Lol, a great start! I've given you an award over at mine. xo
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