As I was reflecting on my attitude to my increasing age I wondered when it was and how it was that began to dislike parties. Next year DH reaches a landmark birthday and its me rather than him (and he is no party animal) that is shuddering at the thought of a party. The year after next we will have our 40th wedding anniversary. Both DDs are clamouring for parties for both events but I'd rather leave the country. Am I being curmudgeonly in my old age, I used to love a party now I don't know what to say to anyone, don't fancy drinking or eating the food and usually hate the music. Is it just me?
Estranged Son and Future Granddaughter
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic