Turning thirty

I am thirty years old. Over the last few years (2005 2004 2003) there’s been a little guessing game for you all to play, but not this year. I am thirty. Blimey. That’s all grown up, isn’t it? I mean, I’ve got a mortgage and a daughter and whatnot, so I suppose I am grown up, and I pretty much like it. I drink red wine and everything. A whole new decade. I barely remember not being in my twenties. Here comes ten more years of doing cool things, except now there’s a three at the beginning. And I’ll probably be doing them in sensible shoes. Bring it on. I have to say that it’s going to be a lot easier to face the trials and tribulations of middle age from inside my birthday present from Sam, which is a Mercedes-Benz C180 Kompressor sports coupe. So nice. It was a bit of a wrench to get rid of my Fiat Coupe, but, y’know, I’m thirty now, can’t have fast cars any more. I have to be refined and so on. Actually, that’s total lies and had nothing to do with it, I just don’t want to pay a grand a year for insurance for a car that I only drive to the railway station and back. The Merc’s marvellous, though. Really swishy. I like it a lot. Happy birthday to me. Hope the rest of you enjoy the day!

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  • Stephen Orr responded at twitter.com @sil @TTS_Hannah I got taken to New York and Washington DC for mine... Hard to think that's nearly 5 and a half years ago now. Getting old!
  • Hannah Mitchell responded at twitter.com @sil very swish!! Can't beat a Merc!! What an awesome present! But sensible shoes Stuart!? Surely we don't have to be sensible in our 30's?
  • Stuart Langridge responded at twitter.com @TTS_Hannah it turned out I did not :-)