I will be 32 next week and I don’t think that’s old at all. I get ID’d buying booze in Sainsbury on a regular basis and this is something I am very proud of (which probably shows my age).

I like myself and know myself better than I ever did in my teens and 20s. I am fatter and going ever so slightly grey which means dying my hair is no longer a girlish whim of experimentation but vain necessity. In spite of physically aging, I feel, most days, a sort of calm confidence that I really didn’t have in my 20s.

The houseshares I lived in, the friends and lovers that I thought I would know forever, the excess of the weekends.

Now, I check my bank balance daily, successfully grow veg in my garden, I clean, I switch off the radio if Justin Beiber/Katy Perry/Gaga comes on and I tut when I see next doors kids smoking on the flat roof. I have monumental hangovers that last days and I own one of those rafia bag for life bags.

But I know who I am and I am happy with that and I don’t have to try to be anything else anymore. Well, until I actually get wrinkles and an old lady hump back and then I will unleash the crotchety old boot within.
(GirlOfTheWorld, Fri 8 Jun 2012, 11:39, 1 reply)

Just the one??
Tut. When you've got 3 rafia waitrose bags, 2 Sainsbury's black 'lympics bags, 8 Sainsbury's orange elephant bags and probably a few more knocking around...... because you keep forgetting to take the bl*nkingf*ckingTh*ngs to the shop.....

That's when you know etc. etc.
( Boot I want to know what you meant, Fri 8 Jun 2012, 20:39, closed)