My children cannot believe I was born in the 1900s.
1969 is ancient history to them.
There's no denying it.
It IS ancient history.
So when I reached my 50th birthday in July 2019 I decided to write a diary for one entire year to record my life, my normal every-day comings and goings, thoughts and fears about ageing, death and the menopause, and the challenges of dating while being a single mother to SEN twins.
I had no idea a global pandemic was coming, no-one did.
'50' has become an accidental work of witness to the coronavirus pandemic as well as a vivid chronicle of an English woman’s middle-age; a sort of thinking woman's Bridget Jones with health anxiety, under extremely stressful circumstances.