I was listening to Radio 5 Live this morning and heard the female presenter lament about the fact that her partner will turn 40 in a few days' time.
"I can't believe I'm going to be going out with a 40-year-old bloke," she spat. "I might only be a couple of years younger, but still. He's going to be 40 - UGH!"
Now, I am due to reach the big 4-0 in a couple of months. And Vanessa, like our friend on 5 Live, is a couple of years younger than me.
Am I really going to become a figure who disgusts people (including her) simply for still being alive?
It is possible if truth be told.
I remember the days when coming home to a new computer game or a cassette tape through the post got me hugely excited.
But, on Monday, I can barely describe my sense of elation when I arrived back to find this perched on our toilet.
Yes VELVET! 16 ROLLS of Velvet! Does it get any better? I say not (other than Kleenex).
So I'm almost 40, I'm proud to be so and, yes, I am disgusting.