You know you are turning 30 when…
You find that suddenly the world’s full of cute babies that you simply must stop to coo at.
You love nothing better than a night in watching interior design and cooking programmes.
You have absolutely no clue what’s no.1 in the charts.
You are obsessed with property.
You say things that sound horribly like things your parents would say.
You get more excited about a roast on Sunday than a night out clubbing.
You try to outdo your friends in a “who can throw the best dinner party’ competition.
You become powerless to resist the lure of self-assembly furniture.
You always have enough milk.
You realise you left school a long, long time ago.
Instead of complaining about old people who take ages to get off the bus, you complain about school children who use bad language.
You worry about your parents’ health.
You come to face to face with the realisation that you are but passing through this life… and if you don’t settle down and have kids soon it might be too late… and you really ought to be doing something with your life… and you’re destroying millions of brain cells every time a quick drink turns into a big night out… and look at that – a full set of non-stick saucepans and you get a milk pan thrown in…
(adapted from Turning 30, Panchal & Jackson)
My siblings and I
From top left: Dodo, Dona, me (Nooki) and Nanook
2 comments:
i'm obsessed with property, sunday night roasts, good dinner parties and bad mouthed schoolies.
not sure about the milk part though...
am I turning 30???
according to my psychological assessment, you are half-way there, since u relate to only some of the items..
having said that, i relate to more of them...but i am only 18+++?
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