Speaking of getting old my big sister turns forty today.
Big sisters are good things.
They have kids before you, which means you get all the fun of being an uncle without the responsibilty of a being a Dad.
They’re another Mum to turn to when you’re sulking with the real one.
They’re around when your parents are starting out instead of you, so you don’t have to make do like they did.
They make friends with your wife, and although you pretend to hate having loads of women fussing over you, it’s nice really.
When you get older they turn into friends.
They make really, really nice chocolate cake (or at least mine does).
NORTHERN PLANNER 
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