I'm Okay
Monday August 22, 2005 - Permanent link to this post -
Thanks for asking.
It was my twenty fifth birthday on the 11th August. I'm now twenty five. That's a quarter of a century. To celebrate, I bought a tweed jacket. If I'd ever been cool enough to have a leather jacket there would now be parts of it stuck to my elbows.
I haven't posted on here for a while. I've been very busy, both at work and at home with Nicki and Miles, who consistently cheer me up every single night when I walk through the door. Despite being so busy, I don't have anything interesting to write about. Being a new parent, it would seem, gives you lots to do, but very little of it is suitable anecdote material. Miles does cool funny stuff every day, but how many of you want to read about how he now rolls over and shuffles through 180° under his play-gym? It's difficult to put into words how cool that is, but I think that's the problem.
There's been a few people expressing concern for me over the last couple of weeks, either because they've not seen me around (the 'blogosphere') very much recently, or because I've not posted on this website for a while. I've also had people stopping me mid-sentence to say “Are you alright?”. I think my new milestone age must have brought about a change in my demeanor. Maybe I'm acting differently. Maybe people can sense just from looking at me that I pulled out a few grey hairs this morning before leaving for work and that I've got a tweed jacket hanging in the wardrobe.
I am alright. And I will be. I've just been in a bit of a foul mood of late. I'm sorry if that's either offended or worried anyone. I'm doing something about it. I'm being more positive. I'm making small but random changes to my routine (and boy, am I in a routine) to try and perk things up a bit. I'm trying to do things that I wouldn't normally consider doing, despite the opportunity being there. Hopefully it'll cheer me up a bit and I'll pick up some new anecdotes along the way.
Hopefully It'll happen before I have to buy a flat cap to go with my jacket.

sorry…
@Jode: It didn’t get here. Are you sure you put enough postage on it to cover the weight of the 25 pound coins?
When my daughter was less than a year old, we were having a high old time playing around. At one point lying back on the sofa, I lifted her high above my head, when she vomitted. Downward. Directly into my mouth.
The worst bit is….I gagged and spat it straight back at her. Thankfully, we both had a laugh about it!
Who said new fatherhood had no anecdotes? Oh, it was you!
25 isn’t old, anyway – start thinking about how old you’re going to be when you’re giving Miles his first driving lesson…
On a slightly twisted logic if you drink Stella maybe you will get your groove back?
Or that may just have been a bad movie.