I'm in my 40s now... yet I still remember, clear as day, sitting in a classroom aged ten... thinking how weird it would be to be approaching my 30s when the new millenium dawned.
Don't get me wrong - I'm not lamenting the aging process.... hey I'm only 41 ffs! But it sure flies by.
Yet when I look back, and wonder at how fast it has gone... I realise that it hasn't really - not when you look at how much we all do in that time. Emigrating to Lanzarote and then to Almeria... attempting a new language (and 2 strong accents)... rescuing 3 grateful doggies... not to mention setting up our own web design business in Spain... and that's just the last 6 1/2 years!
I wonder how I should measure the passing of time, if not in years? Hair colours? Bottles of wine? Husbands?
Have a great weekend everyone - and remember.... you're only as old as the man you feel. *Damn... that makes me almost 10 years older. Now where did I put that wine?*