I am now old enough to be judgemental!
Hooray!
I can now shake my fist at teenagers and say we never behaved like that when i was a puppy and LIE due to a selective memory and a fear of retroactive prosecution!
Hooray!
Doctor Who has finished and I can now stop complaining how it was not as good as last year or, indeed, since 1967.
Whooray!
I can now complain about the slightest imposition put upon ME by THEM and say I don't pay my taxes for the likes of you to blah blah blah as if my individual pittance of a tax burden funds the entire national social security budget and everything else I want to complain about!
Hooray!
My virus data base has been updated!
Hooray!
I've realised sex IS better on my own after years of contrary thinking! A tightly clamped fist, a broom handle and no feigned apologies.
Hooray!
But it still happens. Rotation. Gravity. Voices.
The sheds are fine, by the way. Pics soon I promise.
Big squeezy hugs! XX
