aging...

Uh Oh

I’m getting old.

Yesterday was my birthday. This is not what makes me old (except in a purely physcial sense). What makes me old is the knowledge that I really am turning into my mum. There’s no excaping it. We look and think in similar ways.
What makes me old is the realisation that I don’t think that this is a bad thing. In fact, I’m actually proud to be like her… now how weird is that? That’s not meant to happen is it? But both my parents are great people… I could do a lot worse!

Mum says I’m turning into Gran though… not so sure that that’s a good thing… as I really don’t want to be a teacher…