and packing for my holiday....
I've had a riotous night out with colleagues and I'm feeling very merry. I suspect packing with a hang-over will and small children at my side will be a lot less fun tomorrow morning, but can't I just revel in the glory of being middle aged and hanging out in town with real-life young folk, with loud music and beer and laughter. I don't know when it all got so serious and grown up, but I suspect arrival of DS1 (aged 9) was a turning point. I'm all boring and sensible these days. Being on MN at nearly 1am is a hoot.
AIBU to wonder where my younger, funner self went?