Getting older isn’t something I often worry about. I don’t even notice it, but this morning when I finally hauled myself out of bed and looked in the mirror I suddenly felt like I was getting old. I’m 32 next month – a very long way from being a teenager. Of course a couple of hectic weeks of working in London’s going to take it’s toll, but I was shocked at how rough I looked. Still a hot shower & shave sorted me out – it just takes slightly longer these days :)

It was great waking up in Brighton though. The sound of seagulls and the fresh sea air made my half-cut commute from Kings Cross last night more than worth it.

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