Monday, 21 January 2008
Birthdays are funny things.
Last week I was having trouble remembering when the actual event was.
A couple of friends dropped in to see me on Thursday, and I was convinced that I had at least another week of being forty. I was wrong.
I suppose last year felt more significant in number terms, but I feel as though my attention has been distracted by work and domestic stuff for a couple of months, so being another year older has arrived in a rush.........almost unexpectedly.
It seems not so long ago that the only rational thoughts skipping between my ears on the anniversary of my birth were concerned with;
women/alcohol/geography/time of day/availability of taxis.
In actual fact, if I concentrate, those birthdays were more than twenty years ago. The impulses now go something like;
women/afternoon-nap/slippers/gin & tonic......................is that maturity or surrender ?
There are some advantages to getting on a bit though. As I write, the delicate aroma of the supermarket heat-at-home takeaway curry is drifting from the kitchen. The DVD choice has been made by the apprentice. Herself is flouncing decoratively around the kitchen, and the strangely calm and quiet Doppelganger of my evil teenage daughter is doing her homework !
As I said, funny thing Birthdays.