Ok, I just have to share. It's about dh's mid-life crisis and it will give you a laugh. Dh has recently turned 45 and is having a massive issue with it (I thought he was a bit feeble about 40, but he's taken it to new heights now). His issue is not with being older per se, just with the NUMBER. It hasn't helped that he has been made redundant twice in the past 2 years and is feeling a bit wobbly on the self-esteem front. Anyway, when he was first made redundant, back in the heady days when we thought he'd get a new job in a few weeks and we could spend his redundancy money on a nice holiday (ha), he signed up with an extras agency as he had always fancied standing behind someone famous in a movie. He did a few things (his left shoulder was featured heavily in a BT commercial) but has thankfully been back in an interim proper job recently and so hasn't done any extras work for a while. Anyway, yesterday, he got the call. Hollywood on the line. We need you to go and do a night shoot for a new Tim Burton / Johnny Depp film shooting in Berkshire. It was supposed to be playing a dead body, but in the end he had to act a bit - scrambling away from JD's stunt double who was flying above him on a wire. Sadly he didn't get to meet JD or TB which would have been uber cool. The icing on the cake of this oh-so-dignified-for-a-man-of-his-age story, is that they chose him because in his photo he looked completely bald - he is mostly bald but has hair round the back - so when he got there they asked if they could shave the rest off (er, no, I have work tomorrow) and then put a bald cap on him. So he spent the night scrabbling around in a field in the home counties wearing a rubber cap. And you know what? He staggered back in at 5.30 this morning with a massive grin on his face, said it was completely brill and then passed out.
So, crepeys, I have two slightly conflicting thoughts about this - the first is that we should all do some crazy shit more often. And the second, as always, is what do I do with the children while I am doing said crazy shit? If Hollywood had called me yesterday, I would have had to run home from work, pay the childminder, ask our lodger to stay with the kids until dh got home, apologise to the PTA woman for not making the cupcakes I promised, remind dh that ds1 had already made biscuits that were to go into school with him in the morning, etc, etc, etc. Dh gets the call and can say "I'll be there in an hour". Sigh.