There’s never enough time to do the things I have to do, let alone the things I want to do. But it was a shame to miss a 30th birthday party tonight, especially as I haven’t seen my ex-coworkers for so long and they were all such tremendous fun to work with. But after a day’s recording (more on that later) preceded by two hours of concentrated, joyless shopping, and after last night’s (rather gentle) drinking, and with tomorrow’s horribly packed day ahead of me, I made the surprisingly wise decision to go home, have my first proper meal of the day at 9pm, and go to bed.
I don’t think people slow down as such as they get older. I think they just remember all the times their brakes had failed to stop them in the past, and smile ruefully over a mug of tea. At least it isn’t cocoa.