It happens to us all …

I had a revelation today.
It occurred somewhere between the time that I noticed that the Drudester’s hair is getting thinner and when I was standing in front of the mirror tweezering out my grey hairs.
It was a shock when it hit me, but it is undeniable - the Drudester and I are turning into our parents! After a whole 10 weeks of marriage we are already an old married couple. If you don’t believe me, here are some of the signs:

1. We went shopping at the supermarket. And the Drudester bought a pair of gloves to do DIY work in. And I bought a rolling pin to make pasta. In the old days we didn’t know where the supermarket was. And the only reason we would have bought a pair of gloves was for use as a sex toy. Ditto the rolling pin.
2. Way back when, our major exercise was rolling joints and drinking pints, often at the same time. And we did it discussing music, politics, society, and how we were gonna change the world, man! Now, we go for walks in the evenings and comment on the state of other people’s gardens.
3. We have traded-in the shitheap of a car for a nice family sedan with airbags and lots of boot space. Actually we haven’t so much traded it in as begged a wrecking company to take it off our hands. After it broke down on the highway. After the engine seized. After we forgot to put water in it. Even though we knew it was leaking. In the old days, memory loss was a result of drug use, not dementia.
4. We go to car boot sales and school fetes and get excited when we find the video of Bridget Jones’ Diary selling for 50 pence. Ok this one hasn’t changed much. We’ve always been as tight as a nun’s cupcake.
5. When we lived together in the early nineties, when the Drudester was a rock guitarist, we used to blast Metallica out of the stereo at 4am and headbang around the living room. And stuff the neighbours. And their newborn baby. And their aging grandmother. Now, out of consideration, we let the neighbours know our plans with regard to our property. And the Drudester proudly invited her nextdoor in to see our half-finished bathroom, apologising for any inconvenience he causes by the noise of his soft tinkling twiddly diddly jazz guitar playing.
6. We are doing DIY home renovations with the ultimate aim of improving the value of our property. For each of us, a decade plus ago, Do It Yourself had a whole different meaning.
7. Now: We are trying to have a baby. Then: we were trying not to have a baby.

I have to finish now. There’s a renovation program on the telly I want to watch. Then I’ll have a nice cuppa and the Drudester and I will go for a walk, followed by an early night.
But on the upside, we may have a bit of a fool around. If we remember how.