Turning into your parentsUnable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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Not a turning into my parents story, but about getting old nonetheless....My kids (9 & 11) go to a running club. Some parents go along as well for a bit of exercise. I decided to give it a go this week, so I probed the dark recesses of my wardrobe to locate my Nike Air Pegasus - purchased around 1995.
"What are they dad?" the kids piped up.
"These are my running trainers", I proudly proclaimed, "these are older than you guys, but still in tip top condition, just like myself!"
Off we went, at a gentle canter.
My beloved trainers started to fall apart just after the first bend. The rear half of one sole decided to come half undone, creating an enormous "SCHLAP"-ing sound as I stumbled round the rest of the course.
I'm not going back next week.
(, Wed 6 May 2009, 14:34, Reply)
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