This is a blog about the tell-tale signs that you’re over 40,
apart from your birth certificate.
I turned 40 in 2011, and clearly it’s taken a few years to sink in.
But now, approaching the age of 42 – a magic number, as all Douglas Adams fans know – I want to start writing about it.
About the things I’ve learned. About the things that have changed.
About the things that are now either glaringly apparent or completely flummoxing. Or more likely, both.
About what it’s like to be over 40 – for me, at least. And hopefully for some of you. Dear god, I hope I’m not alone in all this…