The die is cast

No return. People around me are turning forty whereas my mental age is still far from it. Well, my physical age too - there is actually nineteen months left so plenty of time. And even more time after the age of forty. Even so, the threshold between thirty something and forty something is higher than last time I entered a new age decade.

May be it's the realisation that I'm now entering an age group that I can remember when my parents entered. I was almost a teenager when my dad was given two sheep for his forties. We were thrilled as most children would have been. Not as much fun for my parents. The sweet revenge appeared a couple of weeks' later at the big dinner party where the donors were served lamb chops and everybody else beef... My parents promised us that it wasn't Gusten and Grållen on the plates. I believed them, but the donors did not, resulting in two untouched plates...