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