Let's hope time proves me wrong and it's just a stage I'm going through.
Reason 1. On the weekend I drove past several groups of young girls walking to a music concert/festival thingo. It was a warm, sunny day. Every single one of them was wearing tiny weeny cutoff shorts and tank tops. Much leg and midriff was showing. And all I could think of, was, I hope those girls have put sunscreen on or they’ll burn to a crisp.
Reason 2. I love getting up at 6am and having a cup of tea. I listen to the birds and watch the sun come up. Sometimes I put out a load of washing. This is after going to bed as early as 9:30 after nodding on the couch for half an hour. No stamina.
Such a Granny.
Reason 3. I put warm sweaters in the kid’s schoolbags if the temperature looks like dropping below 23 degrees. Come ON. In many countries, everyone is out in t-shirts when it’s 15+ and over 20 degrees is like a heatwave. Not here where a 15 degree day is the depths of winter. I’m certainly not helping them when I tell them to put something warm on when it’s not even below 20.
Just like a Granny.
Reason 4. I always have tissues. In the car, in the kitchen, in my bag. I can always blow a nose, or wipe up a spill. Except on Sunday when Issy sneezed massively twice (and Issy’s sneezes are to be feared) in church and I had nothing. I think her shirt will survive the snot we had to wipe on it. This was just before the thong blowout I wrote of yesterday. I’ve now learned my lesson and popped a couple into my little wrist purse for just such a moment. I think I only need to transition to keeping one down my bra or up my sleeve to achieve true Grannydom.
Reason 5. I have a flowery handbag. It's made of material, not leather. See! And I love it and want to keep it forever.