'You're nearly 40! You should be able to get up!'. That was the slightly bemused voice of The Boyfriend this morning. He is *shudders* what's known as a morning person. I am not. My reply: 'Why? WHY?! Whyyyyyy (yes, in whiny voice, eyes still shut tight) should I be able to get up because I'm older?!' Although, it did help me decide what to write about today. So, you know, silver linings… Now my eyes are open, the question remains. DO I have to be a morning person because I'm

As part of this blog I had a grand idea that I'd interview women of note - ones I admire, ones who are famoooous, about how it feels to turn 40. But then I realised, one by one, that the women I wanted to talk to were not, on the whole, 40. oops. They were all younger - and yet these were the women I was often identifying with on social media, on TV, in their books. And it made me realise that I just don't 'feel 40'.I've written about being a fake millennial before (in Metro

So here's the post I didn't write last week. I am suffering from a bad case of over-comparing - constantly wondering why I am not doing more, being like so-and-so etc. There have been some reasons for this escalating lately. The BRILLIANT catastrophe started again this week. Written by Sharon Horgan and Rob Delaney, it gives me total and utter fangirl envy. I want to write a sitcom! Why haven’t I written a sitcom?! Then there’s the NOKIA 3310. You know, the old one, with snak