I’ve been feeling perplexed.
Last week I was having a conversation with a colleague and she slipped in
‘you’re in your 40’s aren’t you?’
As it’s another few years before I even reach 40, let alone settle comfortably ‘in my 40’s’ I fought the urge to thump her and just smiled sweetly, wondering how haggard I’m looking these days. (Not that you look haggard in your 40’s you understand, it’s just a few years away and I am in denial about where in my 30’s I am!)
The next day I had to fill in some official forms with a bored man on the phone so he could then send them to someone I’ve met a couple of times. She emailed me as soon as she received them to tell me there had been a mistake.
‘what mistake?’ I asked
‘it says here you’re 37’
Gritting my teeth a little I said ‘if you say you thought I was in my 40’s, we will fall out’
‘No, no’ she said ‘you’re close to my age aren’t you?’
‘How old would that be?’ I asked as I did a few calculations based on what I knew about her.
I swear, I would have kissed the girl if she’d been standing in front of me!
I was sitting on my back door step with a cup of coffee first thing this morning, pondering how it is that people can see the same thing so differently while I stared into space and I noticed this:
It’s been in my garden for about 5 years and it has always just been a rock. At a push, Norman Cat’s rock. But today I noticed it has a face. (Tell me you see it too, or I really have lost the plot).
I am still as perplexed as I was this morning – more so possibly. But I think I am going to make more of an effort to notice things (and when estimating anyone’s age, I’ll be knocking off a decade, just in case!) :o)