Good morning. At 4pm in the afternoon. Wow, this day has escaped me. The pregnancy seems to be taking it out of Mrs OddFather and she’s feeling exhausted. When I say “pregnancy”, it’s probably closer to “I”, as in me. As in, it’s me that is probably taking it out of Mrs OddFather by annoying her. I should go back and rewrite that, but sod it, no looking back now, just need to keep on typing. So yeah, she’s out of it, leaving me to do the morning routine with the OddDaughter and get her to nursery… 2 hours late. Ah it’s the taking part that’s the main thing. They have my money anyway. And since then it’s been a day of house errands. Gosh, I should shower. Priorities, eh?
Thank you for all the birthday messages yesterday. It truly made my day, for what otherwise was a very average day. Oh well, there’s always next year.
Surprisingly, or maybe not surprisingly, I had a few messages asking if this is my big 4-0. And the answer is no. Like I mentioned, it was my 21st birthday. For the 18th time. But yeah, I’m still a couple of years away from 40.
I have been mistaken as a guy in his 40s several times over the last few years. There was this time I asked a person at work to guess and he said 47. FORTY-SEVEN?! What the almighty f*ck?
And then there was a night out just over a year ago where the mate I was with asked some random guy at an arcade (I’m cool like that) who looks older. The answer was me. Despite my mate being 2 years older than me. Apparently it was the way I dressed or something. Damn blazer, back in the cupboard you go. Perhaps the key is just not to ask anymore.
The biggest thing that makes me look older though? My white hair. By the time I get to 40 I’m probably going to end up being completely white. A silver fox maybe? I mean, is that even a look that people try to pull off these days? There’s Phillip Schofield, everything worked out ok for him, right?
Nevermind.
Everyone in Hollywood must be dying their hair to make themselves look like they’re still in their 30s. I’m looking at you, Tom Cruise. My arch nemesis. I should rob his car next time he’s filming in the Midlands. Oh. It’s already been done? Good ol’ brummies.
So, the question is – do I dye my hair? My brother who is 6 years my senior is looking younger than me. Maybe I should just go all out and get a Botox package? Or I can age gracefully like a fine £5 bottle of wine from Aldi.
It’ll probably be down to the OddDaughter. If she says my elderliness is embarrassing her then I will do something about it.
Rightio, that’s enough randomness for one day… as you were people, nothing to see here.
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