On Being “Old”

‘I can’t pinpoint precisely when these types of conversations began, but I can tell you when I first noticed their prevalence. I was sitting at my friends’ new dining table in the house they had just bought together. This couple had invited a few people over for an inaugural takeaway surrounded by half-unpacked boxes and piles of things strewn about the place that had yet to be given a home. As we ate, the discussion moved on to “the bins”; the pain of “bin day”, the nature of when to put them out (late the night before or early the day of?), and the perils of figuring out a recycling system that fits both your lifestyle and the council mandated scheme.’


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