Acting my age

They say you’re only as old as you feel.  That’s all very well if you just continue to feel the same as you always did, but when things change your perception of your age can vary.  When I met my wife, she very definitely brought out the little kid in me, and much fun has been had as a result.  For instance, today before church she stuck her tongue out at me, and I stuck mine out in return, and when the inevitable accusing finger was pointed in my direction I naturally blamed the lady stood next to me.  Who was completely innocent, of course.  Nothing too unusual there, at least for us, but in that context it somewhat confused those around us.  One young girl told me to “act my age”.

The trouble is, I keep flitting between ages at the moment.  There are some things I do that are very childish, like playing Lego Indiana Jones on the PS2.  But, scarily enough, lately it has been outweighed by the number of grown-up things I’ve done.  On Friday I put together a cot.  On Saturday morning I got the outside lights to work.  On Saturday afternoon I drilled holes in the wall of the downstairs cloakroom to hang a couple of wavy mirrors.  On Saturday evening I sat down in the evening with slippers and half a glass of wine.  Today at lunchtime I had another half glass of wine with my roast, and this afternoon I fully intend on fixing a couple of coat hooks to the nursery door.  It’s like I’ve become a man. (more…)