Well - last day of my 30's is here. And I am getting spoiled rotten in work, a collection of umpteen birthday snogs, loads of cards, a balloon and a bottle of Southern Comfort so far. Not a bad mornings work even if I do say so myself.

Roll on this evening festivities in Liverpool!!

As the last few days of my 30's quickly pass me by and I contemplate the necessary celebrations in Liverpool City centre on Friday evening, I'm pondering the changes that are just about to happen and whether life really begins at 40 or am I making the changes to my life and relationship because of a mid-life crisis.

As I've already bought motorbikes, cars, toys and done most things representative of a mid-life crisis I think I'll go with the life begins at 40.