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A post by

ladyjestyr reminded me of a reason why I'm a little melancholy and distracted at the moment. Just under a fortnight ago my 32nd birthday slipped past in a quiet and subdued fashion. My mum, wife and in-laws provided the requisite presents, including work shirts and whisky (I'm a grown-up now...) and I hit the cinema with Lorna and her ex-flatmate to see Finding Nemo. And that was it. My work colleagues were completely unaware of it. Only a couple of friends sent cards.

The worst thing was that I didn't care. It's a bit like Christmas, I suppose. You just grow out of the magic of it after a certain age. A quiet, unnoticed birthday was fine with me.

Still, birthdays do seem to generate a bout of life analysis in me, which is happening right now. I wonder what will come out of it?

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I think you've hit the nail on the head. I'm in that no man's land between being a kid and having kids. Ah, well, maybe in a couple of years... :-)

(Yes, my paternal instincts are raging at the moment. Lorna has, quite sensibly, suggested we wait a few years, though.)

Don't wait too long or the adjustment will be even more of a shock.