It’s official, I have now slipped into “elderly” status.
For me, you become old once you start using phrases your parents used when you were small.
Last night, one of the step creatures came round, with one of her friends. It was a cold winters night here in Bretagne and the friend was well wrapped up in a nice heavy coat. The heating was on in the house as well as the fire going, and I was toasty warm in my t-shirt and shorts.
After about 20 minutes I said to the friend, ‘better take your jacket off, or you wont feel the benefit once you go back outside.”
The final few words of this phrase seemed to die in my throat as the sheer horror of what I’d just said hit me and I physically felt another hair turning grey.
How can this be possible? I’m not old. I don’t say things that old people say. Since when did I change from being the happy go lucky, carefree bloke who never wore a coat into someone who’s concerned about the jacket wearing habits of others?
I guess the time has come to accept that the elderly gentleman I see every morning in the mirror when I brush my tooth actually is me.