Don’t watch the eyes

Shane’s mum Monica is an absolute treat. She really got into my good books this weekend when she said that she thought that I looked youthful and fresh. I on the other hand seemed to have spent the last 18 months monitoring the ebb and flow of the bags under my eyes ever since the arrival of the twins. And it was only this morning I got a shock when looking in the mirror – I’ve been so focused on my eyes that I hadn’t seen two and half furrows quietly settle into my brow. I’ve no idea where they came from, but this eye and brow combination, some obvious flecks of grey up top, a bad back, a cut on the side of my mouth and an inexplicable desire to listen to classical music earlier in the week, makes me think middle age is well and truly upon me. With all this physical and mental decay swirling around me, I suspect I’ll be happy tomorrow morning with tonight’s decision to upgrade to business class for the overnight flight to Germany.