Old that’s what!
So it’s official. I’m bored of going out with the sheer intention of getting bolloxed it’s lost its appeal.
Last night I left drinks (what the fuck) including a jägerbomb (ok what the actual fuck)?! It’s true that actually happened.
I went for a curry which was more fun but all I wanted to be doing was cuddled up on the sofa with tea and chocolate and a film.
I realise life is too short to be hungover all the time it’s such a waste. And I realised that at 35 I have become quite sensible and mature. I suppose it had to happen sooner or later…