I ran out of vitamin tablets this morning so went to Boots to buy some more. (I take them because I eat a lot of rubbish and not as much healthy stuff as I should, but don't tell the kids).
They had a 3 for 2 offer so it seemed logical to go for that. But I noticed that they only had two six-month packs of normal A - Z pills left. The others were for old timers aged 50+ and I only turn a mere 49 next March. Then I did some maths.
Given we're already into late December, it will be almost 2022 when I get through the two "standard" packs. And at that point I'll just be weeks away from my 50th birthday. How bloody depressing. So I dried my eyes, added a 50+ pack to my basket and headed off to pay.
In happier news, yesterday was Charlotte's 10th birthday. Quite a moment.
She was delighted with her haul, with lots of family members and close friends being particularly kind to her.
This included her cousin Holly who produced another show-stopping cake with her own supremely talented hands.
Fuelled by frosting and with little else to do, we decided to have some family fun.
This was the moment Jamie met his little sister in hospital precisely 10 years and one day ago.
Yes, he was a little bit shocked.
A decade later, he remains baffled by who she is and what she's there for.
