"....a face to meet the faces....": downward spiral?
Thirty. Aaaaaaaaaaaargh. What on earth will happen to me now? Wrinkles? Flab? Neurosis? Enhanced parental features of the irritating variety? Blindness, deafness, joint trouble.....?
And I haven't even had kids yet, what the heck is wrong with me?!
Anyway, there is at least some silver lining to this sagging old cloud. To celebrate the glorious sun on my great day, Jon and I stepped out of our front door in Chepstow, walked all the way to Tintern Abbey along the Wye, had a pub lunch and walked home. So things aren't all bad, not quite yet.