I’m SO embarrassed. So for the past few years VT has teased me MERCILESSLY as i can never remember how old i am. I am going to put it out there, that i lost my Charlie on my birthday a few years back, and from that time, i have been STUMPED whenever someone asks me how old i am - it’s like i lost a year. It’s like my brain goes completely vacant and i have NO clue. If VT knew how scary it feels when my brain scrambles at this very question he wouldn’t tease. SO today i went for coffee with two gorgeous girls that i was meeting for the very first time, and when, in conversation one of them asked my age - i replied with TWENTY THREE.
You can imagine how blonde, slow and well stoopid i felt all at once when, even when i knew 23 wasn’t right, i couldn’t even remember the right number. The irony is that today i’ve realised i’m getting wrinkles. I am officially old and thinking i’m a teenager. There are no words. Sun hat, eye cream and for me - i will also download a mind-game app on my phone for the morning ferry. Maybe this will help and MAYBE i might get invited out again by the lovely girls *here’s hoping*.
See ya later x