NOTHING makes you feel older than when your work colleagues start celebrating 21sts and engagements.
While your eldest child is within sight of her sweet 16th — and it seems like a lifetime ago when all those milestones were happening to me.
My very sassy workmate Vivienne Duck (aka Peking) recently got engaged to her boyfriend while holidaying in Vietnam.
Naturally I am extremely happy for them and wish them a lifetime of happiness.
But Viv told me she was a little afraid of telling me because apparently ‘‘you hate marriage’’.
Correction: I don’t believe in marriage for myself, but other people can marry to their hearts’ content. As long as I’m invited!
I guess after going through a divorce, my view on marriage is slightly skewed. But that’s another story.
So back to this one — I was super excited for my new friends, especially as I had made the wedding guest list.
Plus I love organising parties, so I have offered to help out.
Cause I know how stressful wedding planning can be.
When I planned my own, I decided to do pretty much everything myself (thanks to my now under control control issues).
Which is probably why I suffered from asthma during the few months leading up to my wedding. I literally couldn’t breathe properly for three months.
What I should have done is delegate, so that is my all-important piece of advice to my lovely young friend.
And when I say young, I mean young.
I have been invited to her combined housewarming, engagement and birthday party and all the invitation said was ‘24’.
It took me about 10 minutes to work out that was her actual age.
I tend to categorise all my friends as either ‘you’re at least 30’ or ‘fabulous forties’.
When in fact half of my work friends are actually in their 20s.
Heavens above, I could be a mum to some of them. A very young mum of course!
Which always makes me feel ancient.
Thankfully, one of the Riv’s long-time employee's just welcomed her first grandchild, and so balance is restored.