On Thursday, I turn the grand old age of 39. In my head, I'm still 28 but the deepening wrinkles and increasing amounts of grey hair (mainly visible in the week or two before I have my roots touched up) don't lie. That, and I'm no longer comfortable sitting on floors. Is that a middle age thing? I used to plonk myself down wherever but now my bones groan and I have to hold on to something to pull myself up. At one time, I didn't even flinch at sleeping on floors but now? My face turns sour at the mere thought. And those blow up beds are just as bad. And polyester pillows. And don't get me started on super soft mattresses. Where's the support?! Oh my, it seems that I'm veering on grumpy old woman territory. Is it all downhill from here on in?