Whatever that means

Being 50


It happened. It was just like being 49 except people give you stuff and get you drunk and tell you you’re an old fart. But I knew that when I was 49. Christ, I knew that when I was 29.

But I think I’ve excelled myself this time. Mandy asked what I wanted for my special present and I resisted the urge to try to get her to buy me a tipi and asked for a big hoover instead. Aye, a dust extractor. How boring is that?

Anyway, you’d think it would be a restful day of lounging for an old man but no, there was food to be cooked and a 50 year playlist to be finished even though there was no chance of all 10 hours being heard.


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This entry was posted on December 7, 2013 by in The Bank of Me.
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