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.