Life begins at 40

A MAJOR milestone was passed in our house recently: my other half and I both turned 40 within a few weeks of each other.

I don't know why, but I've always thought there's something monumental about approaching the big 4-0.

I suppose you realise that however long you try to hang on to the notion that you are, you're simply not young any more.

But, having safely passed through the other side, I can honestly say there's nothing to it. I feel no different at 40 than I did at 39.

Life Begins At 40, so they say - and that's what gave me the idea for the name of this blog.

I think I've enough life experience to offer some food for thought on most subjects you'd care to name.

So I'll be regularly filing my thoughts on whatever tickles my fancy or - more likely - arouses my ire, from the topical news and sport of the day.

I've spent my working life in newspapers, but I won't be writing this as a journalist, just as a member of Joe Public who has a view on what's going on in the world.

Hopefully my observations will draw a wry smile from like-minded people of a certain age - or any age, for that matter.

But even if my ramblings make steam blow from your ears, please give me some feedback - at least you'll have bothered to read them and I'll have provoked a reaction.

Now then, what's made my blood boil lately....?