30 is the New 20

I've been 30 for a whole day now and to be honest I really don't feel any different to how I did the day before that... In fact, I really don't feel all that different to when I was 20. My 91 year old Grandma said that her 30's were great but not as good as her 40's. I hope to have some really fantastic crow's feet by then...

I recently got back from an amazing (working-ish) holiday that culminated with an uber indulgent food jaunt in the States. Having recently started a wee food business with my chap specialising in this type of cuisine it was a necessity, really. We had to. California, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas and New York were thoroughly munched through all in the name of research, and by jingo did we do some research! Anyway I'm back now and Reality states in its small print that the cosmic wonder-bubble of 'going on your holidays' must come to an end eventually, when the money runs out. One must get back to one's day job.

And Reality stops for no man (or woman, bloody sexist saying). Not to be made giddy by the weight of a post-landmark-birthday hangover, the guilt of the self-employed that is almost Catholic in its magnitude lays heavy in my mind. Industry continues and a small food business I shall build!