Edit: We have established that everyone here is in fact old.
Like, I say that I’m getting old. I make jokes all the time about being middle aged. But I never really felt old until now, you know?
This realisation is brought to you not by random aches and pains, not by the ever-increasing number of grey hairs, not even by my long list of old lady hobbies.
But rather by how much I’m looking forward to spending a thrilling Friday night *checks notes* watching Top of the Pops reruns with the folks over on Mastodon. It’s kind of hilarious because the rest of the week the #TOTP tag is usually all internet security and whatnot, and then we just shamelessly take it over for a couple of hours every Friday.
Missed it last week because husband was out somewhere so we caught up later, but it wasn’t the same without the live tooting gang. Really excited to get back to the routine!
What have I become 😭
Tell me about your exciting Friday night plans a day early, that I may live vicariously. Or maybe join me in my grumbles about advancing age, idc, just distract me from all the work I’m not doing right now.
I managed to stay “not old” until I hit 70. When I realised I have, at best, 20 good years left… well that was brutal.
So yeah, kid yourself you’re old lol. Are you even 60? Lightweight! Friday night? I’ll be finishing the latest Richard Osman Thursday Murder Club offering and knitting socks. Life on the edge, yessss.
To be fair, I will also be knitting socks while doing the Top of the Pops thing. We are so rock and roll 😎
What a great example you are setting! See everyone? You can be an octogenarian while still gatekeeping things like an obnoxious 19 year old!
Forgot to add the big old /s. I was JOKING, not gatekeeping. Also, I’m a septuagenarian thankyouverymuch.
That person clearly needs a cup of tea and a word with themselves I wouldn’t worry about it!