Getting old

It doesn't seem that long ago since the main sources of excitement in my life were shopping and nights out. Often several nights out in a row when I was student, without a coat and in high heels - although hopefully I didn't look like these girls form the Daily Mail today;

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1242198/Youre-going-dressed-like-Snow-joke-did-.html

Thankfully the Nottingham girl is not me.

But, alas, I appear to be getting older and feeling it. Don't get me wrong, I'm only 26, so hardly a pensioner, but there are subtle and not-so-subtle changes.

I like to go to places where I can sit down and talk to my friends without deafening music, and where the wine is good. I have a range of coats and sensible shoes I can wear for a night out. I have subscribed to Good Food magazine and buy aubergines and courgettes at the supermarket. I cannot take my alcohol anymore, even a couple of drinks makes me groggy the next day.

But my main reason for this blog today is my excitement over an electrician. Not the actual electrician of course, but the potential he brings. Spotlights in the bathroom! Which you can dim! And an extractor fan. I remember the days when a trip to B&Q with my Dad was the worst Saturday possible, now it's a treat. Seriously.

I take heart in the fact I'm not the only one my age like this, most of my friends are the same. One recently text me excited by the delivery of her fridge. I do come across the odd person who is still living the life of a 19 year old and I'm jealous for a second, but then I think about my spotlights and all is well.

x

P.s I also became an auntie for the first time this weekend, definitely feel old now!