I turned 28 a couple of weeks ago. Absolutely no way to deny the ‘late twenties’ nature of that.
But despite the inevitable creep towards the big 3-0, I had a really lovely day.
I’d taken a pre-NWA day off, and headed back to Carlisle to spend time with la famille. Shopping and a new dress with/from my dear Mama, lunch with her and the big sis, cake, dinner with all of them, and then cocktails with both of my lovely sisters.
In summary: elderly.