Recently, I have become startingly aware of how old I really am...
4 years ago when the Fifa World Cup was on, I was a uni student and very capable of staying up late and watching games.
Nowadays, I'm a little old 50 year old at heart, who goes to bed before 10pm (notice how i said "before" rather than give you an actual time.. the latter is too embarassing hehe), and who has not yet managed to stay up for a weekday World Cup game.
Oh, woe is me.
Last night, Taryn, Jess and I went out for coffee at 8.30pm. I had to leave at 9.30pm to get up this morning to go out on-site. I had a one hour catchup with friends that had been stolen away by exams.
Oh, how sad.
Yesterday I sent my boyfriend off to spotlight because I had to work and wasn't able to make the spotlight 20% off one day sale. I sent him to buy some knitting wool because I hadn't bought enough to make my
VogueKnitting project.
On discovering my little hobby, his brother offered to buy me a rocking chair. Even he told me that the only people at spotlight were little old ladies.
Sigh.
Funny the things that show how old you are. Physically and chronologically, I'm still very young in the midst of things. But within me, I'm just a little old granny trying to break out...