Today I am 23, which I realised with some surprise this morning. You may think this sounds stupid, but it seems a bit, well, old! I imagined I'd have done something great by now, like climb a mountain or write a novel. I'm not that into climbing so I'd probably better get on with the book... I'm being silly, actually I'm pretty chuffed with my achievements to date. I still have all my fingers and I own my own toolkit (thanks Dad!). Cheers!