Current mood:

tired

swing low
I got on a bus with Wales today.

OK that might be a small exaggeration, but it was the express shuttle from the airport to Edinburgh city, and Scotland play Wales this weekend at the six nations. This bus is normally commandeered by commuters at that hour of the morning, but in the next 24 hours six million rugby fans will flood in to this city, so it was standing room only from the airport. When I was silly and sixteen, I used to love this time of year. Every weekend that they play at Murrayfeild, the visiting fans overtake the city and overfill the pubs looking for a good time, with the local residents – particularly the silly sixteen year olds – happy to assist. So am I running home to don my glad rags and paint the town a decent shade of crimson? No. I’m having an early night tonight (there may even be cocoa involved). Tomorrow I’m doing housework.

I’m at a different stage of my life now, I know this - I embrace the new challenges. I wouldn’t go back to sixteen if you paid me. But every now and again, I just feel…. old.