By age 35, you really should have nailed these 9 things...
I came across this article yesterday: Click me It amused me enough to write a blog post about it. I clicked on the original article because I thought I was still 35. I'll be 37 this year. Good work, me. The article begins with - 1. Started Considering a trip to the garden centre as a treat. Not quite. While I recognise I no longer hate going to garden centres (I spent many afternoons as a child traipsing around the local garden centre with my mother), I don't leap at the chance to go to one. Maybe a little bit if it's Haskins and I can get a coffee and slice of cake to appease the boredom. That's it, I find the whole experience boring. This is possibly because spiders keep me away from gardening. Bastards. 2. Had a sit down meal in IKEA, and enjoyed it. Yes. The only reason I went along in the first place, was to get a plate of their famous meatballs. After being scared witless by being driven up a spiral entrance to the car park in a car that may