50th Birthday

So, today, I have been alive for 18,262 days. Sitting with my two beautiful boys waiting for the doorbell to ring to herald the arrival of the first of my (hopefully) invited guests to my half-century celebratory bash. A blessing all round, really, that I didn't opt to post the coming home from the foray-up-town-at-three-in-the-morning shot.

The best piece of advice so far has been not to wear my glasses on a little necklace round my neck - not only will that make me look ancient, it will also alert the world to the fact that I am now so absent-minded I forget in an instant where I've left my glasses in the first place. Does this mean I should visit the optician to get a prescription for a pair of glasses?