Yep it sure was - watched England win the World Cup in the summer - then started teaching in the September - downhill after that.
which reminds me, I must get the turbo rigged up in the garage ... my consultant suggested 'indoors' first.
I think a lot of this age malarkey is down to state of mind rather than numbers. I'm rapidly heading for 47, and there are times in my job when I really do feel every single one of those years... but apart from the greater wisdom (hopefully) and experience that the advancing years have brought, I don't think I'm much different myself than I was 20 years ago. And in that respect, I think the latter part of my 30's and now my 40's have been the best times in my life. I don't think I'd go back. The last couple of months probably haven't helped any of my age group though, with the deaths of Lemmy, Bowie et al who we've grown up with making us face age a little more, but I guess that's just the way it is. You are as old as you feel. Or who you feel
I never know why everyone is so obsessed with their age, or how they feel about it, or whether they feel younger or older. The newspapers blather on about it all the time with their daft surveyzzzzzzz. There's f-all you can do about it so you might as well use that synapse time thinking about something better or more fun. I couldn't give a t*ss about my age. It just is what it is and every year I get presents. Result! I care not a jot.
^this. I am also jot-less on this one. Some days I wake up feeling a bit rough, some days I feel like a gay young man.
As we learnt at our mother's knee, if you dare step outside with grubby drawers, you will immediately be hit by the number 17 to Clapham Common. You'll also be refused all treatment in A&E if your shreddies aren't up to scratch - it's the first thing they check (forget all this ER "vital signs" nonsense).
One thing my old man said to me many moons ago was " As you get older times passes by a lot faster"..... I find this to be very true...You've only just choked down the last of your Easter eggs, when some idiot wishes you a Merry Christmas!
Feeling old today, Ibuprofen for my cracked tooth has allowed me to sleep in a normally uncomfortable position and my back's gone into spasm.
And I have to do last years accounts tonight from Oct to April. Feed endless receipt info into a spread sheet. Not hard, just boring trying to find the relevant info on the receipts. Think I made too much money as well, I must have worked too much, somehow.