It's finally happened
I have officially and dare I say willingly joined the ranks of all sad middle aged " disgusted from Tunbridge Wells" letter writing, " nothing better to do" old farts....and I have caught myself leaving a public note out complaining of the amount of dog shit on our lane.
Ok, I did hand write the notice ( rather than print it out in some gothic script) and I didn't resort to some passive/ aggressive platitude.........favouring a more direct " don't do it" kind of message
I DID laminate the notice and I did feel the need to write the bloody thing in the first place.
I am now my father!
God help me...... What next?
Will I be believing everything that's written in the Daily Mail?
Will I start to buy those sensible pants from the Sunday supplements ?
And will I start developing a crush on the likes of Carol Vorderman and Edwina Currie?
All I do know...is that I have finally turned into a monster