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Me, in all my naked faced glory.

I'm not beautiful, but I'm happy in my skin.

I think for my age I'm wearing not too badly. And this for me is a first. Admitting my age in public with a no holds barred picture. Until I was 38, I declared quite happily that I was 28. I stuck at 38 for a while, then 42, but now I think I'm ready to admit 48.

I worked in an office, and one day, after celebrating Si's 40th birthday, our receptionist, Dolly Dimple, said "Si must have been a real baby snatcher, were you at school when you met?" I looked at her confused and said "eh?".

Dolly replied, "Well, if you've been together for 15 years, he was 40 yesterday, and you're 28, you must have still been at school when you met him". And proceeded to work out on her fingers how old I must have been.

I looked at her confused and said "Where did you get my age from?"

"You said on your birthday - I'm 28".

How I laughed. I had been telling everyone I was 28 for eight years, and she hadn't questioned me at all! Brills!