By: Blonde Two
This weekend has been a Two Blondes weekend off from training, expeditions and rescue dramas. I am not sure what Blonde One was up to apart from the fact that she, like me started the weekend with a glass of wine (cheers!)
Once chores and homework were done, I spent a good amount of both days cosy and warm on my lovely white sofa. I haven’t exactly been lazy, I have been planning walks, writing book bits (watch out for a Two Blondes book in the future) and sorting out a Jelly Baby web page (like you do). This sofa holiday has given me lots of time to think back to a conversation Blonde One and I had in the car on the way to our rescue on Wednesday night.
For the purposes of fairness, I should point out that Blonde One is younger than me and that we are in disagreement about what exactly constitutes middle age. Having denied this label for the last few years, I finally gave in on my last birthday when I became two years older overnight (this was due to me getting my age wrong by minus a year for the whole of 2012).
Anyway, we were driving down to South Brent and the phrase “What on earth are we doing?” was taking up a lot of the conversation until I suggested that we were slap bang in the middle of a middle aged crisis and that running around Dartmoor in the dark was our alternative to dying our hair purple and wearing Doc Martens. We haven’t agreed on this matter yet but I am fairly convinced and have put together my own list of middle age indicators – see if you suffer from any of these and let me know if you have any of your own:
I still think I fall into the category of young, although every year I extend the age range for young!!! I was a bit gutted t’other day when we got a promo call – someone doing a marketing survey and I was too old to do it – pleased I got out of doing the survey, but not so happy about the reason.
As far as your checklist goes, yes I talk about my knees a lot but only coz I knackered one rather than it growing painful through wear and tear! I don’t understand why teenage boys insist of wearing their trousers the way they do. And I get grumpy when the phone rings – but I do this at any time of the day (I have a wierd phone phobia thing and usually don’t answer it!!!)
As for walking around Dartmoor in the dark – thats something I’m hoping to do more of in the future – maybe that will be when i hit middle age!!!!!
At the end of the day, you’re only as old as you feel and I think you two are doing pretty darn well!!!!
I don’t like the phone either – have never met another phone phobic. I was saved by the advent of the internet and social media!
Us girls are meant to love chatting on the phone aren’t we! Hubby spends far longer on the phone than I do!
I don’t think I’m middle aged yet: I drive a beaten up old car that’s not a sports car, I don’t mind missing Countryfile and I love teenage fashion. Should number 9 on Blonde Two’s list be: Is in denial about having a mid life crisis?!
Two more signs of middle age are:
– picking up Radio 2 by accident and thinking “They really do play some good music!”
– standing in John Lewis and thinking “You know, this is a very good shop.”