July 10th 2018, 7:26Pm
Today is my birthday. I am 34 years old. I don’t really feel much about it. My first thought is that I am halfway to 68, which is likely the age I will retire at.
I have had a really nice birthday. My boss gave me permission for leave of absence so I could go to a ‘Dad’s in school’ morning with my two oldest daughters. We sat in the big hall and made a 3D card. With all the Dad’s about it made me wonder if this was life was like in a contact centre. But it was a real kick to see my daughters in their school and oddly heartbreaking when it was time for them to totter off back to class.
It was a tough day at work. My birthday often tends to be a tough day at work. It is because it falls right near the end of term, when many children are nervous about moving on to the next year or another school and a lot of bad behaviour comes from that. Nothing I’ve not seen before. I have reached a point in my career where challenging behaviour just bores me.
I peddled home as quickly as I could for cake, cards and presents. My card and present from my parents has been lost somewhere in our house, but apart from that I got:
- A new pair of black Sketchers from my wife. Now I won’t have to turn up to work in £12 ASDA trainers and have a decent pair of shoes for a change.
- A ‘B-Team’ wrestling t-shirt. Also from the wife. Stupidly overpriced but I am really glad she got it for me.
- Cycling computer from my brother-in-law. I am training for a ride to the coast in mid-August, so this will be handy at motivating myself to push a bit harder.
- Cheapo action camera from my mother-in-law. I strongly hinted to the wife that I wanted this because two weeks ago while I was out riding I got called a ‘fat c**t’ on two separate occasions, so it’s probably wise to do something to protect myself more when I am out there.
So looking forward to an evening of tinkering with my new bike gadgets and chilling out with my wife. Finding out who England will face in the world cup final/3rd place playoff and checking the news to try and figure out what the weather or the state of our government will be doing tomorrow.
I have had one random thought I have been wanting to share here and get off my chest. A lot of blokes I know are constantly, daily, posting online about the real ales they have been drinking. Every day I see posts from various real ale apps signalling what obscure glass of diarrhetic sludge they are currently slopping down their throats, or a photograph of them with clutching a tin of brewdog like it is the world cup. Could this enthusiasm for real ale be masking alcoholism? Should I voice these concerns to my friends, or just keep my beak out of it? If you feel that you are one of these people (CAMRA members, people with the untapped app etc.) I would love to know what you think. I think I’m best off keeping out of it.