Are we old? Are we hell!
Been to an engagement party last night, full of forty-somethings, it really didn’t feel different to the eighteenths and twenty-firsts I had been to with pretty much the same people. Converstion was different though…. travel, children, bands (no wait, that ones not changed) exes ( think that one might be the same too) and the conversations in the ladies loo were much changed, the consolation of “plenty more fish in the sea” doesn’t work when it’s a parent you’ve lost instead of a boyfriend.
I wondered what the young bar staff made of us all? I don’t think we were trying to recapture any *lost age* because we genuinely haven’t lost anything, except possible phone/car keys/small child. We’re not trying to stay young we’re just staying the same!
