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Getting on

Tuesday August 8, 2006 - Permanent link to this post -

It's my birthday at the end of this week (don't all sing at once) and as is now usual at this time of year, I'm feeling the years.

I'll be 26 on Friday. I'll be firmly into my second quarter-century and almost in my late-twenties. I'm approaching my 5th wedding anniversary and the 5th year of my mortgage. I've got a 16 month old little boy and I've been diagnosed with early onset of arthritis in my knees. Each morning I take a multi-vitamin tablet, a cod liver oil capsule and a horse-pill-like Glucosamine and Chondroitin. If it's cold or damp or I've played football the night before, I'll have two paractamol and two ibuprofen aswell.

I find myself reading the council newsletter that comes through the door each month whereas I used to ball it up and stuff it inside wet football boots to help them dry out. I tut loudly at antisocial behaviour and it took me three days to get over a recent drinking session. I'm not daft often enough. Rarely do I graze my hands now and I don't remember the last time I drank warm straight vodka in a nightclub. I don't remember the last time I went to a nightclub. I am regularly awake at 3:30am, but that's just to go to the toilet.

I speak to old people at the bus stop about recent roadworks in the area and how it's affected the water-pressure instead of turning up my ipod and looking away. I've bought a hat from Millets.

I know that I'm not actually very old and that I'm just picking all the bits that make me feel like I'm shuffling towards the nursing home. My life is actually great. I love being married to Nicki and having my little Champ around. It's great. It's just this time of year. It gets to me. And my knees are creaking.

So twenty-six here I come. Pipe and slippers at the ready.

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