Five Ohhhhh!...

OMG I'm nearly fifty! The rounds of fiftieth birthday parties has begun already as I friend invited me to one last Friday night in Tonbridge; and I've always thought of him, and you'll like this Antony, as about 34, 39 tops but no, it turns out he's even older than me! Maybe it's just that, when you get older, the people around you look younger. Most probably it's your own vanity and lack of a grip on reality kicking in. That's it: I'm in denial! It doesn't seem like yesterday when I was celebrating mine and a whole bunch of my work colleagues and close friends fourtieth birthdays. Now, as if I've been in some surburban time warp, a decade has almost flown by and those same friends are planning their half centenary celebrations. The trouble with me is that, as a kid, I'd always thought of the millennium as some magical date in the dim and distant future, I knew that I'd be 37 when it came around but, the trouble is, that I'd never really planned much beyond that! I should get a grip on myself as I'm only just turned 48 but I find myself occasionally daydreaming and already starting to think where, or whether, I should hold my big FIVE OHHHH party. A small, low key, drinks party at home? A massive weekend in Barcelona or Magaluf? A live band and comedy night at the Tonbridge rugby club? Or maybe just stay at home, read a book and get a takeaway and wait for the day to go away! The last options sounds the most appealing as I sit here now....