Today is Shrove Tuesday (aka Pancake Day!).
This of course means that tomorrow is Ash Wednesday.
This means that for the very first and very last time in my lifetime, my birthday falls within Lent - it won't do again until 2160 by which time I fully expect to have given up blogging. It's a bloody good thing I'm not religious, else I'd be starving. Instead, I'm going to bloat out on afternoon tea at a well known Central London hotel.
I did try moaning to my brother at the weekend. Fool! (Me, that is, not him). Who in their right mind would moan to someone born on the 4th of April about the misery of Lenten birthdays?
The sharp eyed among you will have noticed that I will have singularly failed to blog my entire record collection by 40. However, I no longer do 'failure', merely deferred success. I think I'll manage it by 50. We're always being told targets should be Challenging but Achievable.
