Forty Three

A significant number for two reasons.

Today I struggled to come to terms with celebrated my 43rd birthday and 43°C was the maximum temperature on my courtyard this afternoon - phew, sweaty!

If I'd been cleverer and thought about it sooner, I'd have taken a snap of the thermometer and blipped that but it didn't occur to me until the mercury had dropped to 38°C and while I'd like to pretend it 38 is my real age birthday, too many people who read my Blips are well aware that I left that number behind a long time ago.

So, what do you get instead of clever symbolism? A shoddy self-portrait, which has proved to me that it would take a lot more make-up, some superb lighting and a fantastic photographer to make me look good in a picture. None of those were on hand this evening - obviously. Still, I enjoyed the piece of sticky date cake once I finally gave up trying to get a decent snap.