Sometimes you just have to face facts. There are just a few too many grey hairs when I look in the mirror these days and no amount of moisturiser can hide the wrinkles anymore. I may be 17 in my head but the truth is I’m squarely in the middle-aged bracket. Today is my 39th birthday and, to be honest, I can barely believe it. Only when my schoolmates tell me they have reached the same milestone does it really sink in. Truth is, it’s been a great day which began with bacon sandwiches and presents in bed delivered by my adorable little girls and ended with a top night out among great friends. I’m not old yet… just older. OK, granted, I am considering another tattoo. But that does NOT equate to a middle-age crisis. Does it?