
At 43, I've suddenly discovered that I am middle-aged
I always thought I’d got away with it I always thought I’d got away with it. The ageing process. When I entered my 40s I braced myself for the wrinkles to manifest, the love of gardening to suddenly awaken in me, the urge to spend a fortune on clothes at M&S.But no, at 43, the gods have smiled on me. I still dress like a student, sporting baggy jeans and Adidas trainers, my ponytail swinging with my step. My holidays still include trekking up mountains and dancing until dawn. My hair...