Edit: We have established that everyone here is in fact old.
Like, I say that I'm getting old. I make jokes all the time about being middle aged. But I never really felt old until now, you know?
This realisation is brought to you not by random aches and pains, not by the ever-increasing number of grey hairs, not even by my long list of old lady hobbies.
But rather by how much I'm looking forward to spending a thrilling Friday night *checks notes* watching Top of the Pops reruns with the folks over on Mastodon. It's kind of hilarious because the rest of the week the #TOTP tag is usually all internet security and whatnot, and then we just shamelessly take it over for a couple of hours every Friday.
Missed it last week because husband was out somewhere so we caught up later, but it wasn't the same without the live tooting gang. Really excited to get back to the routine!
What have I become ๐ญ
Tell me about your exciting Friday night plans a day early, that I may live vicariously. Or maybe join me in my grumbles about advancing age, idc, just distract me from all the work I'm not doing right now.
Hey I remember the giant 10ps as well! Wow that's a blast from the past.
But you know, I did say I was "getting" old and not "already" old. Which probably applies to everyone, now I think about it. Hmm, we're all just on a one-way road to oldness. Guess it's what you do on the journey that counts.
This has been your Thursday philosophy session.
Sometimes, at Christmas, I wistfully look at the big chocolate coins and pretend it's the 70s again. When life was simplier, browner, and crispy pancake-ier.
So that's why I found them deeply disappointing when I snaffled one from my child selection box last Christmas. So small as well. I mean, I know I'm bigger but they are smaller.
I hope they're sorry for what they've done!
Get busy with the fizzy...