Getting older

Last December I turned 35. I never really worry about getting old but turning 35 really hit me. I mean, that’s half of 70. I’m closer to 40 now than I am to 30. God, it’s all too depressing. Thankfully I don’t look my age but I do look more closely for lines and wrinkles and yesterday I spotted a couple of varicose veins (thanks mum!). According to a lot of teenagers I am officially old. And boy, do I feel it sometimes.

10 ways to spot you are getting old:

1. You look at the Kate Moss collection for Top Shop and think I remember wearing waistcoats in the 1980s. And as for those hot pants – I couldn’t get one thigh in them.

2. Who the hell are Razorlight?

3. You’d rather be gardening than drinking beer in an overcrowded, noisy beer garden in Camden.

4. Gardeners World is infinitely more interesting than the X Factor.

5. A glass of Chianti tastes so much nicer than an overpriced luminous cocktail.

6. You can now play scrabble for hours and even construct a couple of seven letter words.

7. You always read newspaper reports about new anti wrinkle creams.

8. You can’t climb over a railing without pulling a muscle in your thigh.

9. You couldn’t care less that hotel bars are now hip hangouts.

10. Doughnuts go straight to your thighs.

But you know what, I’d rather be 35 than 15. All those dreadful hormones….