So here it is, after months of preparation, I am now officially forty, I know you're all desperate to know how it feels so I'll let you in on the secret.
First it feels a little tiring and a bit headachey, but I have an idea that will pass pretty soon.
Family came to visit, in the morning I went for a birthday run with my nephew and niece, they were trying to show me how young and fit they were, I was ready to show them that their aged English aunt wasn't ready to be left behind, the result was we arrived home sweating and breathless, but happy.
A couple of friends helped me set the table and decorate the local bar, owned by a very dear friend, where the big party was to be held, and that evening forty or so friends arrived to eat, drink, and be merry.
It was lovely to see friends that we don't see very often, and especially to have them meet up with each other and reminisce about the good old days. I'm lucky to have lived in the same place for twenty odd years so we certainly had some memories to share.
After a lovely meal came the obligatory "people who are old enough to know better" boogie, as we let our hair down (what was left of it) to the rock anthems of our youth. I remember the shame of seeing my parents dance as a teenager, but we were much cooler last night, really. There's something totally wonderful about belting out a song that you know all the words too, surrounded by friends you love, who know the words too, a magical moment that I'll never forget.
After coming home with those who were staying over, I assisted in the inevitable "staying up far too late and talking philosophical rubbish" part of the evening. It was interesting too hear everyone's take on turning forty.
The main consensus of opinion, after in depth research amongst my guests, is as follows; being forty is fab, as I knew it would be.
I'll tell you why after I've had a little rest!