Fortysomething blues? In this extract from her new book, Miranda Sawyer reflects on the existential puzzle of midlife
These are the facts. I am in my 40s. I have a job. I am married. We have children and a flat with no garden, and a mortgage and a fridge-freezer and a navy blue estate car. None of this is a surprise. Is it?
Except… a mood can gradually take over, change the way you feel about the facts. You know how it is to fall out of love with someone? How the way their teeth clink on a mug as they drink their tea can make you hate everything about them, even though they are the very same person you once found so bewitching? I did not feel this about my husband. I felt it about myself. About my life, and who I had become.
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