Maturity
36.
It's the the point in middle age where I stop making Your Mum jokes, due to the risk of silencing the room.
I can barely do three strict pull-ups in a row, but that's better than this time last year.
I've drunk my first tall glass of Metamucil, though that was to balance a long weekend of binging and board games.
I spent my birthday afternoon in the sunshine at a brewery, reading Agatha Christie and drinking an IPA flavoured like a breakfast cereal.
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