Age maths

There's nothing quite as depressing as age maths (although I'm sure that's a gross understatement considering all the possible things a person can go through, but at the moment it's true). Now Mumbles and I are roughly the same age (although admittedly I am a month older dammit) and we will occasionally have revelations. Unfortunately these are not to better mankind, but (I believe) to make the other as depressed by the revelation as the originator is. For example, it dawned on me last week that in a mere 15 years I'll be 40!!! What the hell's going on? I'm not supposed to be this close. I want my time back. It's bad enough that on my 25th birthday I realised that I was a quarter of a century old. Yeah, that's right, in 75 years I'll be 100 (although that one I'm just about coming to terms with. That means in 5 years I'll be 30, and what have I done with my life? I suppose I can't complain too much. I have no further burning ambitions in my life that have gone unfulfilled, and honestly, who can say that?

I keep coming back to the little business card we have attached to the notice board. "Where do you see yourself in 10 years?" I have no idea whatsoever, but I do know this, I'll be frigging 35!!!!