My forties were not quite what I had hoped for. Let’s not go there, hey. My mother died in the March and all her affairs were sorted out during the course of the summer. There was some left-over money at the end which my sister and I shared, and I decided to buy a piece of jewellery for myself, in memory of my mother and for my birthday. The Sage wanted to be part of this, so in the end we chose a nice ring and went halves.
Didn’t do a lot for the day, I think we had a family dinner here.
Fifties have been pretty good so far. Great, in fact.