I’m a bit of a grumpy old git at the best of times, but even moreso at the moment after the last couple of days when I’ve realised the years are advancing rapidly, and I’m not as young as I once was.
First up was yesterday, I went round to my grandparents and, as I walked back to the bus stop a teenage girl I walked past said “well, aren’t you going to say hello then?”, I was confused for a moment until she introduced herself as the girl I used to live next door to, she must be about 14 now, and she talked about going to the pub at the weekends, but I remember her as being about 4 or 5 when my gran used to look after her in the morning before she went to Primary School and, without fail, she’d come into my room and wake me up at some godforsaken time of the morning like 730 as I tried to avoid getting out of bed and going to college.
Secondly I went to the train station this morning so I could pop into Leeds to do a spot of shopping and realised my Young Persons Railcard has run out, so there we have it, I’m 26 and not young anymore – and now I’ve realised just what a rip off full price train tickets are.
I guess I better start working on careers, a pension plan, and settling down. Maybe.
