Friday, 2 December 2011
No Glitterballs for Me!
Lets move forward in time to the present and I'm now in my mid forties. It's been a hard week at work and the idea of embarking on a flurry of activity so close to bedtime seems an anathema. I've had fish and chips for tea and am now sitting in my reclining chair wearing a cosy cardie and slippers, drinking a big mug of tea. Once I've finished writing there's a book to read and a good night's sleep to be had. I'm as happy as Larry, whoever he is, and don't feel like a social outcast because it's the weekend and I've got nowhere to go. It just goes to show how times have changed. What would my nineteen year old self think?