Life is weird, it just is.

I’m also starting to realise that the older I get, the less I know.  One of life’s little jokes, that and creaking joints.  Now I can tell when we’re going to get a rainy spell before the BBC weather, my knees ache, in fact they ache a lot.  Maybe that’s an evolutionary trait, you slow down as you get older, maybe nature builds in an early warning knee radar to help you get to high land in the event of flooding.  It’s not as though I’m elderly, although I have reached middle age and all that it contains.

I now book appointments with my hairdresser based on how often I need to get my grey hairs hidden rather than how often I need a cut.  That is vanity, I’m well aware of that, but I never promised to go grey gracefully.

One of the good aspects of getting older is that you get wiser.  Or you’re supposed to at least.  All that wiser means is that you’ve lived through some of the madness before and you can use your own experiences to guide others against such folly.  I now find myself using expressions that my parents used before me.  This is a life-defining moment – you realise that if you’d just listened to them 20 years earlier, you could have saved yourself a lot of grief.  But where’s the fun in that?

I (usually) make better decisions now than when I was young, I listen and trust my instincts, and I’m more open to other people’s opinions than I’ve ever been.  But it’s still fun to learn new things, and I’ve got a lot still to learn.  And that’s exciting.