And so it begins.

Okay. So what’s a girl to do when she’s turning 40 in three weeks time, has a seven (and the all important three quarters) year old son and an eleven week old baby and a gorgeous new husband who’s keen for her to celebrate said birthday?  She hires a small ‘castle’ in Stafford for three nights and plans to party.  She also decides to start writing a blog.

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  1. Unknown24 January 2012 at 20:37

    What an interesting reason to start a blog. Although I would never have thought you were 40. Hope you had a lovely birthday x

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    1. Ju25 January 2012 at 15:29

      I had a fantastic birthday thank you! And an even bigger thank you for the age comment - you've made my day! :-)

      I have to say I don't feel 40, I still feel as if I'm in my late 20's most of the time...apart from those days when I feel about 140!! Jx

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