Yesterday a close friend told me that she took to my blog to find out what I've been up to as we have been quite mia from each other's lives lately. I shook my head and said that I was sorry, the blog will tell you nothing except recently I had a panic attack and visited the Botanical Gardens with family. BORING. Well, not for me at least. I've been quite content laying low. My biggest thrill of an evening is watching Masterchef and gaining length in my baby blanket that I'm knitting. I'd much prefer to drink tea than drown myself in pots of carlton beer and I look forward to wiping the make up off rather than applying it. Not to say I don't enjoy drinking wine with my girls and having fun but this time last year I was waist deep in a puddle of chaos and blind drunk to whom my friends and enemies were. Not anymore. With age comes wisdom, right? I actually look forward to the days when I'm an old grandma perched up on my little armchair (I'll probably shrink by then so my feet will dangle over the edge) and I'll be happily knitting for the grandkids and making tea for me and my husband who has probably lost his teeth by then so can't bite through the caramel slice I've baked. We'll argue over the remote control but not when Masterchef comes on. Dear God, that show better still be on when I'm old! And excuse me, for now I prefer the nanna life.
