On the realisation I’m an ‘oldie’

Black tomatoesWhen I was but a young whippersnapper, my best mate and I used to refer to our parents as ‘the olds’. In fact, thinking about it, we used to call anyone over the age of 30 an ‘oldie’. These creatures tended to have certain characteristics only found amongst their own kind.

Imagine my horror on the realisation that I am now deeply entrenched in oldie-ness.

Here’s the evidence:

  • I am 38
  • I now listen to radio 4 every morning and just realised it’s years since Chris Moyles was even on Radio 1
  • I religiously cling film every leftover foodstuff before it travels from kitchen worktop to fridge
  • I say “I CAN’T HEAR MYSELF THINK!” several times a day
  • I say “AND DON’T THINK I DON’T MEAN IT!” several times a day
  • I get excited about going to Aldi, particularly the Special Buys
  • I get excited about things like a new ‘easy food chopper’
  • I get excited about my new kitchen radio a kind friend recently bought me every time I switch it on (I may also partake in ‘Mum-dancing’ around the kitchen table)
  • I take photos of my amazing black tomatoes I lovingly cultivated (have a look at this photo at your pleasure)
  • I get very, very angry at the slugs that keep eating my black tomatoes
  • I think it’s a ‘palava’ to go out at night (I still manage it occasionally – but I do wear a coat)
  • I have realised that everything in River Island is ‘unsuitable for a lady of my age’

And so oldie Expression and Confession will shortly take herself off to bed, probably wishing an electric blanket was one of those Aldi Special Buys…

What are your oldie traits? I bet they’re something else.

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Working Mum of two, living in Didsbury, Manchester, in a house which breeds washing, mushed up raisins and various toys in the brightest primary colours. Oh, and the odd empty wine glass.

10 thoughts to “On the realisation I’m an ‘oldie’”

  1. I’m definitely turning into an oldie… for me the perfect evening involves getting into my PJs before 8pm and settling down in front of the TV. My daughters think that this is tragic, but I’ve also reached an age where I couldn’t care less about what anyone else thinks!
    Great post hun x

  2. I found myself listening to the Archers on my way home from work and thought Oooh this is interesting!! And just today I was looking through a leaflet and thinking how the price of tea bags has gone up!!! I think I’m old too!

  3. Well if I’m old, I like it! I now have a job I’m good at and am confident doing (plus ENJOY!), I have almost 4 kids and a beautiful house… I had none of these things when I was younger, so it has to be better to be old, right? 😀 x xx x

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