I know I have reached 'that age' when

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I treat myself to an electric blanket.

Now, I will clarify that I don't know what 'that age' is but I feel that my excitement over my new electric under blanket probably means I have reached it!

How did you reach 'that age'?

"Blanket Queen!"

You need flannelette sheets, warm fuzzy bliss.

I epically fail at getting up slowly and tiptoeing out of the room so as not to wake the dog up because every bone in my lower body has changed from bone to tin foil.

I spent an hour on Saturday browsing in Home Bargains at cleaning and gardening products and tupperware. I drove like a bit of a maniac on my way home because I was excited to decant all of my pasta into new plastic boxes.

I've spent most of today researching heated clothes airers. They're expensive but look so useful. I'm slightly moist.

God I'm mortified said it hadn't posted either can clearly see how excited I am

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Frog No, not flannelette. You need white, pure cotton, high purcale, really expensive sheets.

Buy bathers at BHS Might have missed the boat on that one.

DH reached that age when he came back from supermarket saying proudly "A young girl was eyeing up my special trolley bag. I think she was impressed".

The Lakeland catalogue is my porn.

I've spent most of today researching heated clothes airers

I have one of those. It's wonderful.

the baby you remember being born not only gets married but has a baby....

'Thank goodness the hot weather's gone over'

I've just bought some reading glasses that have little lights on them! I can't bloody wait till bedtime.

I am definitely that age as I haven't heard of Snapchat . I thought Instagram was a way of sharing photos - is it not?

Oh God, I have turned into my mother, kill me now

I reached that age when I was 27 and rented a freezing house for a couple of years. I had a moment of clarity when I realised an electric blanket would mean the bed was warm when I got in it and have never looked back since!

I think anyone from the 70s has a mortal dread of electric blankets, along with glass on beaches, sparklers, fridges, kites etc - all those public information films did the trick! I still turn ours off before we go to sleep even though it has timer settings for 2, 4, 6 and 12 hours!

I'm 18 and in love with my electric blanket, my knees click when i bend down, I make noises when getting up..

There's no hope :(

I look forward to staying in rather than going out, and look forward to going to bed early!

I looked at life insurance.

And dont mindlessly channel hop til 10pm - and will instead go to bed at 8pm.

*I've spent most of today researching heated clothes airers

I have one of those. It's wonderful.*

Oh good, cause I've ordered one off Amazon and was worried it wouldn't be very good

I make an 'oof' noise when i get into my car as its a low slung sports model. I am actually considering whether to go for something more 'appropriate' when I change it...

And I now hoard cheap plastic bags to use for 'smelly rubbish' - to the point where i brought a whole bag of used 5p Tesco bags home from my son's that he was about to put in the bin (he gets online deliveries and they seem to supply one for nearly every item!) And i've asked him to keep collecting them for me. Oh dear...

Oh, glad to hear about the heated airers. I might go ahead and order one.

Then I'll need to find new porn to look at online.

Sorry, did I say porn, I mean boring household items.

I don't have life insurance any more as it is too expensive at my age.

Errrm, I reached that age when:

1. I realised that my children were studying in their school history lessons stuff that to me was current affairs (Thatcher, Falklands conflict, other things too numerous to recall at the moment).

2. I decided that sod it, I was going to buy one of those two wheeled tilt-back shopping trolleys to help wheeling my shopping around town or back from the shops. Once my DDs had all outgrown the pushchair I missed it for that, and got fed up of heavy bags cutting into my hands before I could get either back home or even just to the car.

Ifonly Oh, I love plastic bags for smelly rubbish.