Tired...

Tired, tired, tired...I am way too old for late nights out and early starts! Friday was a long day at work, lots of meetings and travelling, so the thought of going out made be even more tired. After a shower and some food, the idea became more appealing - why do we English feel the need to get out by seven and then drink our body weight in alcohol as quickly as we can before the pub closes at half eleven?? Followed by some disgusting food from a nasty burger bar that you wouldn't consider going near during the day!

The Europeans, they have it right...long lunches, afternoon snooze and then out around nine for a social meal with wine that goes on for hours, with some disco dancing at the end of the evening if you feel like it - far more civilized, an easy going lifestyle...sounds like the good life to me!

I am getting older, subtle changes are cropping up almost everyday. Every time I go out now I look to see if there are places to sit down, as I can't bear the thought of standing up in some bar all night. Deciding to opt for water after a few drinks kick in, knowing that I am going to pay in the morning with every additional unit that I sink. Deciding to go to bed when I am tired, totally unheard of, usually I would never go to bed before eleven as it seemed far too early!

Although the examples I just mentioned sound tragic, I don't actually care, another sign that I am aging, not caring what anyone thinks!!! Soon I will be pissing in my pants and thinking nothing of it!!!