I wonder what it means when it is a Saturday night and by 9pm you are in your comfies with a platter of cheese, chutney and a bottle of wine, watching Strictly?

 

Getting old with the hint of middle age?

 

Or just that we are totally and utterly relaxed… ?

 

If I cared what other people think, I would worry it was the former.  But given that I feel so utterly free from the shackles of other people’s opinion, I am confident it is the latter.

 

Cheers to us!