Last week the candle factory burned down. Everyone just stood around and sang, 'Happy Birthday'.

Like many women my age, I am 28 years old.

There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents... and only one for birthday presents, you know.

Time and Tide wait for no man, but time always stands still for a woman of thirty.

After 30, a body has a mind of its own.

Thirty five is a very attractive age; London society is full of women who have of their own free choice remained thirty-five for years.