A few weeks ago I had a birthday. A Big Birthday. I turned *gulp* 40. I know – it’s shocker. I don’t look a day over 39. But it’s true, I promise. Anyhoo, by way of celebrating the big fourth decade, the husband decided he would surprise me. I didn’t know what was going on – simply that I needed a posh frock. A quick glance at my scant wardrobe (and texting of pictures to lovely friends who DID know where I was going) told me that nothing I had that fitted (oh, the double edged sword of a two stone weight loss)would do – I’d have to have Something New. I...