Today, with 26 glorious and fun-packed years behind me, I was told that I look younger than a friend who is actually a year younger than me.
My response really, really surprised me. I actually beamed! I preened! I flicked my frickin’ hair!
It wasn’t like I was being paid a compliment either — they were just making a fleeting comparison. ‘Who’s older, you or him?’- ’Me’ - Oh, you look younger than him…’
I can’t believe I responded so strongly… perhaps I am more vain than I thought… or maybe I really am worried about growing old…