Minty Bit Stronger

Guillaume and I have begun the first tentative and uncertain steps into the big world of home ownership. A long time ago I learned the the word 'mortgage' was in fact Latin for 'Death-grip'. Lovely huh? Now we are looking into a part ownership death grip of our very own in nearby Deptford. The two bedroom flat we have in our sights is a luxury sized new build with some hippy drippy Eco heating system. Located three floors up and a hop-skip-and-a-jump from the station, it is ticking all the boxes. It would be around this early stage when any normal couple would be spending their time thinking about life insurance, bank applications, a joint account, home insurance, contents insurance, filling it paperwork etc... Not us... We're spending every minute decorating a flat we have yet to own, let alone live in. A sofa has been selected as have dining chairs from the fancy pants Xavier Pauchard collection. We debated with some passion what sort of tv unit we should buy ...

Sleepy bank holiday Monday, nothing much going on besides a mafia movie marathon and some White chocolate covered strawberries and then Whammo!!! A text from up north. A text from my brother. A text telling me... He's engaged! Let's leave a line here and think about this. And another one. I was genuinely shocked. I don't wanna go all Carrie Bradshaw so soon into my new venture as a blogger but I did wonder... Is 40 the moment when it really all starts? It reminded me of a question I was asked recently, 'do you included you acting jobs on you proper cv?' As a matter of fact I do, and here's why... I dont want to give the impression I popped into the world fully formed and ready to work in an office. Prior to office drudgery I was not in vitro. I was a person with aims, ambitions and dreams. Now back to my groom to be sibling. He hit 40 and BANG! he barely blows out the candles and he's down on one knee. Did he know all along 40 was the magic number ...