Maybe it's just a sub-conscious act of denial or something, but - in the last few years I keep forgetting how old I am.
And the reason why this topic comes up today is because in just a few days I will be 46 (I think...or will I be 47...45?)
I will be only a hop, skip and a jump from the big 5 -0.
Quite scary really, because I am heading right into breastscreening, wrinkle-checking, saggy-baggy territory.
The boy is a few years behind me though.
They do say that you're only as old as the one you feel...