30
Today I turned 30. Yes 30. Not pretend 16. Or pretend 18. Or pretend 21. Or even pretend 25. Just 30. I see no reason to pretend to be any other age than the one I am. One day I will be 50. Then I will be 60, then 65, then 70 and so on. And then I'll wish I was 30 again. So why not be 30 in the moment?
Just a normal day today. Travelled back up to Edinburgh with a chest of drawers which is a godsend as I desperately need to TIDY THE F**K UP! Otherwise I took Marie-Antoinette's good advice and ate plenty of cake. Weather is fantastic - well apart from the temperature... and occasional late-April hailstones.
So that's me. Possibly won't post another one for another feckin' year. Because of course nobody comes here anymore. I wonder why. What on Earth could be competing with this blog?
Take care anyway.
Peace to all,
Liffyboy
Just a normal day today. Travelled back up to Edinburgh with a chest of drawers which is a godsend as I desperately need to TIDY THE F**K UP! Otherwise I took Marie-Antoinette's good advice and ate plenty of cake. Weather is fantastic - well apart from the temperature... and occasional late-April hailstones.
So that's me. Possibly won't post another one for another feckin' year. Because of course nobody comes here anymore. I wonder why. What on Earth could be competing with this blog?
Take care anyway.
Peace to all,
Liffyboy