Yikes! Fifty, I’m fifty, how on earth did that happen, how can I possibly be that old. Hang on, not only am I 50, I’m single, live on my own and haven’t got any children. Really, how did this happen? Is there anybody else like me, there must be, but I can’t find any magazines aimed at people like me, or blogs, so there can’t be, I must be the only woman in this situation in the whole world… What about Liz, Sally, Gloria and Alison, they’re single without children, so that’s at least five of us. Maybe there’s more…

This is what has been going through my mind since I turned 50 last year and I’ve been trying to come up with a remedy, so here I am writing a blog. What on earth am I doing writing a blog, I’m a middle-aged woman living in Croydon, not a twenty-something travelling the world, or doing something interesting.

You see, that’s what happens when you don’t really fit in anywhere, you mix & match from whichever age group you fancy. Now, I tend not to wear age inappropriate clothes, but I do like social media, I’m on most of them, so why not give blogging a go!

I wonder if there is anybody else out there like me and my four friends, who will want to read my ramblings? Well there’s only one way to find out…

Here goes nothing!