Halcyon Days

My 2.5 year old has recently made me aware of some of the greatest tradgedies of ageing:

Washing Up

  • There comes a time when you learn to do the washing up properly.
  • Mysteriously, at exactly the same time, it stops being fun. It becomes a chore.

Jumping on the Bed

Then there comes a time when you’re old enough to own you’re own home and to furnish it yourself.

  • There comes a time when there is nobody to tell you off for using your own bed as a trampoline.
  • Somehow, at the same time, it isn’t nearly as much fun as it used to be.

Now, I do feel depressed.

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