Let's hope time proves me wrong and it's just a stage I'm going through.
Reason 1. On the weekend I drove past several groups of young girls walking to a music concert/festival thingo. It was a warm, sunny day. Every single one of them was wearing tiny weeny cutoff shorts and tank tops. Much leg and midriff was showing. And all I could think of, was, I hope those girls have put sunscreen on or they’ll burn to a crisp.
Granny anyone?
Reason 2. I love getting up at 6am and having a cup of tea. I listen to the birds and watch the sun come
up. Sometimes I put out a load of washing. This is after going to bed as early
as 9:30 after nodding on the couch for half an hour. No stamina.
Such a Granny.
Reason 3. I put warm sweaters in the kid’s schoolbags if the temperature
looks like dropping below 23 degrees.
Come ON. In many countries,
everyone is out in t-shirts when it’s 15+ and over 20 degrees is like a
heatwave. Not here where a 15 degree day
is the depths of winter. I’m certainly
not helping them when I tell them to put something warm on when it’s not even
below 20.
Just like a Granny.
Reason 4. I always have tissues.
In the car, in the kitchen, in my bag.
I can always blow a nose, or wipe up a spill. Except on Sunday when Issy sneezed massively
twice (and Issy’s sneezes are to be feared) in church and I had nothing. I think her shirt will survive the snot we
had to wipe on it. This was just before
the thong blowout I wrote of yesterday. I’ve now learned my lesson and popped a couple
into my little wrist purse for just such a moment. I think I only need to transition to keeping
one down my bra or up my sleeve to achieve true Grannydom.
And finally,
Reason 5. I have a flowery handbag. It's made of material, not leather. See! And
I love it and want to keep it forever.
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| I love it. I don't care what anyone thinks. |
