binidj | Ok, who has the portrait?

Turned 39 on Friday. Had a rather lovely, comfy evening with the Fox sat in front of the TV watching a movie and munching on TastyFood™.

The thing is, I don't feel as though I'm nearly 40 ... really, I don't. I mean, I thought one was supposed to start feeling ... I don't know ... sort of responsible or mature or something. But I don't. And I don't think I look 39 either, which is weird because that wouldn't be a bad thing from my point of view. I can only conclude that somewhere there is a painting of me that looks drop-dead gorgeous and has his life more-or-less on track ... now which one of you bastards has it?

By the way, the Fox would like to know if there's any way of stopping me lying on my back and snoring and hogging all the bed. Not that I go to sleep or wake up on my back, but apparently I roll over in the middle of the night and then keep him awake with a 30 milli-Olly serenade until he pokes me sufficiently to roll over again. As far as hogging the bed is concerned, I consider that sweet revenge so don't bother about solutions to that.