I know I have reached 'that age' when

[Soon2bC]

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'?

My mother still thinks I'm a feckless teen, however.
Today I finally snapped and asked her why she still feels it necessary to call me and remind me exactly one hour before I'm taking her anywhere? (I see her all the time, she lives 5 mins away).
She replied that she just wanted to be sure I remembered. I asked her to name one occasion when I forgot. She could not, but won the debate hands down with the unarguable "but you'll always be my baby".
I'm 47.

Upon arriving in the ER, I told the doctor he was 'too young to be a doctor, surely?'.

I had to leave a bar as the people around us were too loud. and I couldn't sit down.

After an avalanche issue, I promised to text my mum when I go snowboarding that I'm off the mountain safe for the day. I forgot last time, and she called in a panic.

I'm 41. :)

I get excited by a new Lakeland catalogue dropping through the letterbox.....

MrsGuy I love my cleaning products. I find myself browsing those aisles frequently, often followed by comparisons. 'Oh no that's 50p more, I can get that cheaper at X supermarket'

KS my Mum is just the same. I'm 46...but she told me 'Even though you have babies of your own, you will still always be my baby...'

Sigh...

The sheer joy of the slouchy trouser with a nice elasticated waist.

I am teetering on the edge of crimplene.

I reached that age when my 12 years old music all started sounding the same to me, like noise.

Oh No. she said the 'C' word!

You know you're that age when:
• You neither know nor care about Snapchat or Instagram
• You don't bother with a Facebook account as you don't think anybody would 'friend' you
• You don't care about this either
• You look forward to the Scotts of Stow catalogue with its comfy-looking mattress toppers
• You spend hours browsing on Dunelm Mill, Lakeland and John Lewis websites
• You don't watch: Game of Thrones or any pseudo medieval horror show (too violent); X Factor or BGT (gone to the dogs and what has Simon Cowell done to his face?); Strictly CD (sparkly, noisy rubbish with vacuous presenters and Ed Balls selling his soul); anything with 'Chelsea' or 'Essex' or 'Dine' in the title
• You cannot for the life of you see the allure of Aidan Turner or Tom Hiddlestone or the serial killer chap in The Fall (nice accent though)
• You used to know who was in the music charts but now have no idea at all and have never heard a song by someone called Ellie or Emelie, but have heard a few of Adele's
• You have a pee before leaving home 'just in case'
• You are on first name terms with all the staff at your GP surgery
• You can't have a hot water bottle as it will give you chillblains
• You dread being invited to a party or any large social occasion and have no intention of going out on New Year's Eve
• You ask for music to be turned down in hairdressers and restaurants
• You only buy trousers with elasticated waists
• You cannot for the life of you see the point of Kim Kardashian and her family
• You rarely bother with alcohol, preferring a nice milky decaff

Hundreds more but memory banks overheating.

Apologies for any repetitions/overlaps with other posters.

My friend and I realised we had got to "that age" when we would meet up at garden centres and happily while away an hour or so looking at plants just like my grandmother does.

My very first moment was in my mid 30's we had reason to have a police officer call round to our house.

I remember sitting up the other end of the sofa from him, watching him note stuff down on his clipboard and thinking ' ... so ... you're an actual police officer then yes?'

He looked about bloody 15 to me

Two glasses of wine and your'e under the table, realising that 10 years ago it would be two bottles of wine and on the table.

tutti - yes!

Plus the sad realisation that 10 years ago dancing up on the table you would have looked like you were having a crazy night out - but now you'd just look crazy

We love ours I'm 29 he's 31 - got it last year so 'that age' must be 28 Our house is baltic though.

You know you're past that age when you get excited over a new cardi from Damart. And pretty vests in winter. When the shoes you wear are for comfort not style. Taking no notice of the latest fashions. Still like my hair a bit punky though.

When I choose shoes for practicality rather than prettiness

You discover HG and Astonish Cleaning products (especially HG bath shine which is the total business) which are cleaper and bertter than bog brands.. and get all smug when you pass this information on

My mother is 91 , she won't shop in Bon Marche or Per Una.. ..Sorry .

My thing is that I simply cannot work the TV anymore.. (sigh)far to many options and its totally beyond me..

have been thinking of a heated airer

.. oh and you forget how to type/spell

teetering on the edge of crimplene

can you even still buy it?

I think I'll know I'm too far gone when I buy a pear of gold sandals. That'll be it then, there'll be no going back.

Actually, my dad rang me at half 8 last night and said "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't wake you up, did I?" No Dad, I'm 34 not dead! What does it say about me that people think I'll be asleep at half 8?! Sigh.

It's out there MrsGuy
Lurking
Waiting in plaid sight

I have no idea, MrsGuy. I've never bought it.

*pair

Bloody phone. I was too invested in gold sandals to spell it right!

When it's a tad chilly dh and myself take it in turns to wave the hair drier under the duvet whilst getting ready for bed, and then make lots of ooohing noises enjoying the toastyness.

Crimplene has been replaced with horrors like this now...