Monday, 26 January 2015

How do I know I'm getting old?

Let me count the ways........

I'm getting old because I like watching Michael Portillo on his train journeys....yes I know!

I'm getting old because I love sleeping in my own bed and have started saying things like, 'It's lovely to be home....'

I'm getting old because I'd rather buy one good bottle of wine than clank home with as many cheapies as I can carry.

I'm getting old because I collect empty jars and am extra happy when I acquire a particularly interestingly shaped one.

I'm getting old because I tut at the radio.

I'm getting old because I tut in general.

I'm getting old because I have a special stick for stirring paint.



Top tip: raclette cheese..... if you don't have the requisite grill just melt it onto a backed potato.... delicious!!
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18 comments:

  1. Jacqueline @ HOME26 January 2015 at 06:49

    I must also be getting old then !!!!!! …. well, I already knew that !!
    …. and, I could eat that right now. XXXX

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    1. Jacqueline @ HOME26 January 2015 at 06:51

      P.S: Love Michael Portillo's train journeys …… who'd have thought !! XXXX

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  2. Jane and Lance Hattatt26 January 2015 at 08:04

    Hello,

    Oh dear....oh dear.....oh dear.....

    Now, that just means that we are ancient!

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  3. Connie26 January 2015 at 11:01

    Oh yum! I know I'm getting old because I'm worried about the cholesterol in that cheese.

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  4. rusty duck26 January 2015 at 14:53

    I must be getting old because I need two pairs of reading glasses.. in case I forget where I put the first pair.

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  5. That's Not My Age26 January 2015 at 15:02

    I don't have a special stick for stirring paint but...

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  6. About Last Weekend26 January 2015 at 16:52

    So great. I just wore my slippers to collect our dog from his playgroup. I won't though drive to pick up the kids from anywhere these days. Old and tired. I lpve toast and marmalade and am going out less and less as can't be bovvered putting on the face.

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  7. WinnibriggsHouse27 January 2015 at 00:54

    Love it, but I'm not confessing how long I've been doing all that! X

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  8. Things and Thoughts27 January 2015 at 01:02

    I'm getting old because I'm enjoying my whims so much more...

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  9. sensibilia27 January 2015 at 01:26

    I have a special stick for poking rubbish in the dustbin - seriously!

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  10. Patience_Crabstick27 January 2015 at 03:01

    Ha! I laughed at the special stick for stirring paint. I don't have that yet, but I have become a tutter and I noticed I've started saying, "Ah, lovely" when I climb into bed each night.

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  11. Diane27 January 2015 at 13:23

    Yes to all of the above! I too absolutely love my bed. Raclette - now your talking x

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  12. nick28 January 2015 at 00:33

    I don't call those getting old. I just call them getting a bit quirky. Or just being human. I expect there are plenty of youngsters who like to be at home and in their own bed. And plenty of youngsters who rant about the news.

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  13. Diana Mieczan28 January 2015 at 08:06

    I love collecting empty jars too:) Have a beautiful day, dear.

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  14. Anonymous29 January 2015 at 10:17

    I'm not sure I want to play this game...

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  15. Anonymous29 January 2015 at 10:17

    I'm not sure I want to play this game...

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  16. SoSuSam30 January 2015 at 14:50

    Ha! I, too, have a special stick for stirring paint. (Tho not a special stick for poking rubbish; or at least not yet...) Loved your list and do all of those things except collect jars. Definitely getting old!

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  17. Elizabeth31 January 2015 at 11:13

    Am very ancient indeed and much prefer to stay home and do nothing than rush about doing culturally improving things in NY city.
    Have decided that it is not important to have seen and done EVERYTHING....
    We'll all be dead sooner or later and no one really cares how many museums you have seen.
    Another thing no one cares in the least about is how much anyone weighs... except themselves and they should shut up about it...
    just my pet peeve.

    I love going out for lunch -is this a symptom of antiquity?

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