I’m in my mid forties, DH, mid fifties. A few years ago, when the children were younger and we actually needed to arrange a babysitter we loved nothing more than going into out nearest city, having a good few drinks with friends over an afternoon and into the evening.
Now, we don’t need babysitters the children are grown, we met with friends today at 2pm and by 6 I was desperate to go home. DH equally doesn’t enjoy himself, he gets ratty and argumentative after drinking these days so a few of an evening and straight home to bed Is better for him.
Today I realised that it’s actually a crap thing to do, go into town on a packed train, try to find seats in smelly, over heated pubs surrounded by a cacophony of screeching hen parties, pay silly money for drinks. Really awful, DH is moody and miserable and so we are home early,
I’m officially old at 45!