It's all change round our house right now. I bought a new car on Monday, something I hate doing as all car sales men are oily reptiles who want to steal al of my money. Come to think of it I've never seen a car sales woman.
Anyway, back to the point. My job is also changing radically also but I'm not going to go into that as I don't like to discuss my work. Not that my job is very mysterious, I just keep it at work and try not bring it home with me. These changes have also stopped me visiting other peoples blogs as much as I would like.
But the change that has got me thinking is this one. I bought my first ever pair of glasses this week, I've been squinting at small print for about a year now and have finally admitted defeat and had my eyes tested, thus embracing middle age.
The lovely Melynda over at Crazy World will probably read this and tell me to be thankful I only need reading glasses but it's my blog and I'll cry if I want to.
In four years time I will be half a century old. This just isn't fair, I feel about twenty. All the cardio, weights, boot camps, hiking and running I do can't stop my body wearing out and the fact that my eye lenses are no longer as flexible as they were is the first indication of my inevitable decline.
My friend and I went to a Slayer gig recently and we looked like a couple of dads come to pick up their kids from the concert. I bought a Slayer t-shirt from a tout outside but I only wear it when I'm painting the house, I don't want to be one of those blokes desperately trying to hold onto their youth.
Mind you,I don't want to be an old bloke either but I don't have any choice in the matter.
When I was a kid we had a black and white telly. There were only three channels back then, BBC1, BBC2 and ITV. There were no daytime programmes, just a test card. The programmes started at three in the afternoon and finished at midnight.
No-one had mobile phones, games consoles or computers. In fact the only person on our street who had a phone was Mrs Ambler. I remember if my dad needed to make a call we would all troop over to her house to watch him, it was like a day out. The world today is unrecognisable in comparison.
Look at that last paragraph, I even sound like an old fart, blathering on about what it was like in my day and insinuating that kids today don't know how lucky they are.
So I have to accept that I can't hang onto my youth anymore and every second takes me closer to the grave. Bollocks.
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