Categories: random
Date: 18 July 2008 14:43:34
I first realised I was getting old when, in my relatively early 20s I saw Take That on Top of the Pops and realised that I was older than all of them (not all of them put together I might add, and actually I think I subsequently discovered that one of the minor members (Jason or Howard, I forget which one) is a few months older than me, anyway I'm digressing). I discovered my first grey hair on December 24th 1996 (such a traumatic memory the date is forever etched on my brain). I came to realise that it was more important to get a decent bottle of wine and pay a bit more for it than get two bottles of plonk for a fiver. And I started eating olives.
More recently, in the last few years I have always made sure when I've gone to bed that there's a glass of water beside me on the bedside table. That's definitely a sign of age. Though I should add I don't have to put my teeth in it yet.
Anyway, this morning when I woke up I reached for the glass and had a drink from it (not drinking the whole glass - this is important for later), and then dozed back off. When I eventually got up I had a bath, and then went back to the bedroom and thought I'd finish off the glass, only to find a not-small-at-all spider floating upside down in it (it was one of those with a small body and huge skinny legs, like an 8-legged wingless daddy-longlegs if you know the ones I mean). I don't think I was awake enough when I first woke up and took a sip to know if it was in there or not. So now I've spent the whole day shuddering and thinking "Erk, I could have drunk a spindly spider". That's not a nice thought. Age hasn't done anything about curing my arachnaphobia, sadly.