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vickyduckyTomorrow I will be forty two. I'm not bothered about this particularly, but I had a rather salutary experience today. My car is in the garage for its MOT and service. This is bad enough because each of the previous two have cost over £600! Anyway, because of this I took the bus into town this morning. When I asked the driver how much he stared at me, clearly astonished, and said "Don't you have a pass?" There is only one conclusion to be reached here - HE THOUGHT THAT I WAS SIXTY! Or maybe even a bit older. When I looked in the mirror this morning I thought that I looked old and tired and worn but SIXTY!
You know that feeling when you really, really hope something is going to happen but logically you know it never will? I was going to say it's like planning how you'll spend the jackpot when you buy a lottery ticket, but actually what I'm thinking of is more personal than that. The lottery is random and makes no value judgments about you as a person. I think this is more like when you're a teenager, and you're going to the school disco, and you know that the boy you really fancy will be there, and he's just broken up with his girl-friend and although realistically you know that he is never in a million years going to get off with you, you can't help hoping and imagining it anyway. Although what I'm hoping for has nothing to do with romance, that is how I feel about tomorrow.
You know that feeling when you really, really hope something is going to happen but logically you know it never will? I was going to say it's like planning how you'll spend the jackpot when you buy a lottery ticket, but actually what I'm thinking of is more personal than that. The lottery is random and makes no value judgments about you as a person. I think this is more like when you're a teenager, and you're going to the school disco, and you know that the boy you really fancy will be there, and he's just broken up with his girl-friend and although realistically you know that he is never in a million years going to get off with you, you can't help hoping and imagining it anyway. Although what I'm hoping for has nothing to do with romance, that is how I feel about tomorrow.
