turning-forty

Being an August baby, I was always accustomed to being on summer school holiday when my birthday came around. This suited me absolutely fine. The summer was a time when, as a youngster, I could hide out a little.
And recently, aged thirty-nine I had a bit of a panic when a random blood sugar level test came back abnormally high. My life flashed before me again (yes, I am over dramatic when it comes to my health, did I not mention that?) and I spent hours crying over what I had done to my body by comfort eating and binge drinking over the years