On middle age
Tonight a colleague complained about her greying hair. She went on to say how she was meeting a friend for a cuppa at the M&S cafe on her way home. They were going to go out for a meal, but she quite fancied an early night. She reckons she’ll be in bed by half nine. ‘I’m such an old woman’ she giggled. She’s 25.
So, which is worse. Doing these things, or me feeling envious of her quiet night?
Sigh.