Thirty Two

How did I get here? The last age I remember being was about twenty three. After that, the years seem to have gone so much quicker. Started work, got married, moved a couple of times, quit my job, started life with Aaron....

I don't really have a problem with being in my thirties. Maybe I'll start thinking differently when rounding my age means rounding it to forty but, I really doubt it. Each year that passes has been eventful and fruitful. While I still have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do with my life or whether I contribute anything to this earth (apart from waste), I don't mind getting older. From the age of about fifteen, I've looked forward to being thirty three. I thought that by then, I would know exactly what I wanted and be absolutely in control of my life. So, one more year for me to get things in order.

So did I do anything different today? Nope. Not at all. I did get a present from Richard in the morning. No comment there. He tries so hard to shop for me but I guess I need to consider the thought above anything else.

And, for the first time in years, he sent me some flowers at lunch time. They do make the house look a lot prettier unfortunately, the scorching weather is going to mean that they'll all be wilted by tomorrow morning.

Finally, a romantic dinner for two? Nah! We'll be feasting on a barrel of KFC instead.