On my 30th birthday a 'friend' have me a card with a badge attached. It said: I USED TO BE 29. 😕 On the same day, a child offered me her seat on the bus😕
I regularly think I’m a year older than I am. Because my birthday is in March, from the beginning of the year, I start thinking to myself, nearly ‘ 28’ now. Somehow, when I get to my actual birthday, I’ve got used to being 28, and it comes as a surprise that I’m not now 29.
I do that too. It takes the sting out of it, but is also confusing. But my birthday is in October so I'm confused for most of the year.
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My Dad used to put their marriage as 1947 and my brother's date of birth as 1946, much to my mother's annoyance and embarrassment. It really was the other way around.
It was only recently that I truly realised that the age you become on your birthday is actually the number of years you have already lived. So when I turned 27 (I'm the same age as @Dovefromabove) I had actually already lived for 27 years and was now in fact entering my 28th year.
I'm seventeen months older than my brother ... as a child he was always absolutely livid each January when my age became two years more than his ... now he tries to rub it in that I'm 'two years older' than him ......... however his attempts to do that aren't helped when I point out to him that no one believes it
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
It's all very well getting nearer to 28 than 27 but it seems to make me occasionally clumsy. I've managed to scrape my big thumb joint whilst attacking the chest of drawers with a wire brush to raise the grain. Ouch. And blood and lime wax don't mix.
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"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
Hubbys birthday cards posted last Friday for his Monday birthday have finally arrived. Earlier post reminds me woman I worked with,her 18year old daughter was at uni doing archaeology, went on her first dig, mummy took her stuff down to the site tent in a wheelbarrow, while 'princess' demanded to know how on earth she was going to heat her hair straighteners!!
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On the same day, a child offered me her seat on the bus😕
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.