I have been worrying recently about my advancing years. It seems that everyone feels the need to mention the fact that I will soon be 30. I don't mind the fact that everyone feels the need to mention it but I do mind the fact that I am indeed soon to be 30. I hear myself saying things that I never previously would have uttered - about music, fashion (yes I am aware of it), 'the youth of today' etc. I have found myself looking over my glasses when reading and making disapproving sounds when children run riot in supermarkets...None of this is a good sign. All of this points towards me being old. Perhaps before my time, perhaps not.

However, I was pleased to discover today that there is hope for me yet. My trip to the gym helped put my mind at ease as I did not feel the need to join in the conversation with the other patrons regarding their ailments. I did not feel the need to comment on toenail operations, people blowing up (yes that was the claim of one woman), tales of having been poisoned by the worst sort of poisoning you can get, blisters, sores, phlegm or being dead and brought back to life. I did not say 'ooh never' once, I did not add tales of illnesses suffered by friends of friends of friends and their guinea pigs. I just smiled, nodded along and when appropriate pressed go on my MP3 player and listened to the terrible music of the youth of today.

When I took it off an hour later, the conversation had moved on. This time to stories of broken wrists going bad, arthritis and why the rowing machine didn't go faster.

Hello to Auntie Deb by the way :)