Three strikes . . .
Husb and I like to think that we are rather hip happening types of people.
We like to take time out to chillax, roll with punches, hang, and I think that if we were put into a room with the teenagers and yoof of today that we could more than hold our own, know what I mean bruv?
Fo shizzle. Etc
In my head I am still a young exuberant, thin (without doing anything at all to be so) 18 year old and I like to think I haven’t changed that much since my n
ot really ever that hedonistic younger days.
Unfortunately, however, this is all wishful thinking rather than based in actual reality.
I was forced to face this unfortunate reality a couple of weeks ago when husb and I were getting everything sorted and ready for the imminent arrival of our aforementioned hard gambling UK friends. Getting the house up to scratch and sparkling clean so that it looks like we actually live like that all the time rather than the slovenly mess we usually live in.
It is a good job they only stayed for four days as I don’t think we would have been able to keep up the façade much longer than that!
But anyway back to my story. I had been diligently keeping an eye on the weather all week and was absolutely delighted when I awoke on the Saturday morning to a beautiful sunny breezy day – absolutely ideal.
A day at the beach – No
A walk along the Yarra River -No
A picnic in the park- No
No, none of the above, my delight was because this day was a fabulous ‘drying day’.
get all our washing done and on the line and it’ll be dry in no time.
They are quite literally the. best. days. ever.
I was so happy that the weather Gods were smiling down on me that instead of saying Good Morning to husb, the first thing I mentioned was what a great day I thought it was for drying!
And you know what! Husb was just as impressed as me.
“I know babe” he excitedly responded,
“I’ve already put a load in and there’s a few more loads to be sorted as well”.
“Its gonna be a good day isnt it”
And with that he was off to peg out the first load.
Husb and I have these sorts of conversations a lot. One of husbs specials is the kettle. Ever since we have been in Oz he has been beyond excited about our kettle.
What on earth do I mean?
Well specifically that the water here is so good that he is constantly amazed and astounded that there is no limescale build up. In fact so happy is he about this that he is not beyond pointing it out to literally anyone and everyone who will listen.
Mum and sister got the speech and demonstration earlier in the year and while hard gambling UK friends were here a couple of weeks ago he again excitedly gave them a tour of the limescaless kettle too. Bless them, they did a good job of looking interested but we both know they were internally thanking their lucky stars that they only had the pleasure of our scintillating conversation for four days!
What are we turning into?
Our parents – that’s what.
The signs have been there for a while if I am entirely honest and apart from the unexplainable inane excitement at kitchen appliances and doing the laundry, other signs that we might be getting old before our time include and are not limited to:-
- Constantly forgetting the name of my own child and calling him by his little friends name instead. Poor boy doesn’t know what his name is.
- Referring to my husb as babe all the time mainly because I can’t remember his name either. So much so that the Bear has been known to call husb ‘babe’ on occasion. (Along with the F word that I also can’t seem to get him to shake).
- Discovering a new love of the National Geographic and Discovery Channels. Seriously who wants to watch all that MTV, reality crap that passes for TV these days when I can watch informative docos about coastal erosion instead? Yep seriously.
I also got ridiculously excited about my new mop the other day. Not since we purchased our steam cleaner have I been in such raptures about a new piece of domestic equipment. This new mop is revolutionary, no longer do I need to break my back when scrubbing the wooden floors in our house (not that I ever did but the thought of it gives me backache!) I have been extolling that mops virtues ever since I gave it it’s maiden voyage around the house and put it back in the cupboard where it has remained since.
Husb doesn’t have quite the same enthusiasm for the mop as me but that’s only because he doesn’t have the time to think about it as he is marvelling at our kettle.
And there goes Strike Three!
So what are your signs that you are getting old?
Do you get as excited about drying day as we do in our household?
Do you forget your partners/childs name?
And most important of all – Just how clean is your kettle?
Spill it. . . .
Linking up with Grace today for FYBF
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