Just had a weekend in the countryside with old pals, which was most pleasant. Fresh air, good laughs, horses, dogs. Good times.
My friend has marks on her kitchen doorframe of the heights of the children and some of the grown-ups throughout the years. It is confirmed. I am shrinking. Check out the difference since last year! And no. I did not have shoes on last year and bare feet this time around. Not sure what happened inbetween. What’s that thing about being taller in the morning than the evening? Maybe it was something to do with that.
Today is my youngest childerbeast’s birthday. I’m not sure she was on board with me busting out the Teletubbies birthday banner I’ve had since eldest child’s first birthday. Like a true Yorkshire woman, I do like to get my monies worth.
She is currently downstairs with her new nose piercing, playing Cards against Muggles with her pals. A far cry from my 14th back in 1980-something. I invited ‘boys’ round with expectations of what? I have no idea. They brought a couple of shit videos and my friends & I got ourselves Shirlied-up like dogs dinners. Pink eye shadow times.
I am upstairs feeling old and decrepit, out of touch and preparing to feel even more so once ‘The Brits’ starts in half an hour and I can torture myself by watching it and not have a bull’s clue who anyone is. Very much feeling surplus to requirements at the moment. In more ways than one.
Going to London tomorrow to see ‘Magic Mike Live’ where I can also feel like a has-been. Safe in the knowledge that there is a 99% chance that I will not be selected for audience participation. * Do NOT even think about it!*
This was arranged months ago and am now wondering what on earth I was thinking. Am sure it will be fine…
Onward from there to Brighton and I’m hoping that some southern sea air and setting the world to rights with an even older friend will take the edge off before I tip over the edge. Not sure why we’re going all the way there. Other supposed pal, a resident of the gay capital of the UK is being, is quite frankly, a dick and we’re highly probably not even going to meet up.
Just another friend who has decided I am no longer worthy of bothering with.
Nobody likes me.
Everybody hates me.
I think I’ll go eat some worms.
(Have already switched ‘The Brits’ off. Watching ‘The Goldbergs’ instead).
Ciao Ciao Xx