Us at the Rose Farm. Trust me, it becomes relevant!

Do you ever look at the things you do and think “Wow, I am on the way to being old?”. Lately, there has been a few things that make me wonder.

Kel consistently plays ‘easy listening’ radio stations and I, being the highly mature person that I am, give him crap about it. The other day we were driving along and listening to some ridiculously old hit so I said “Right! That’s it! I can’t take it anymore. Listening to this station makes me feel OLD!”

(I will now point out here I am 8 years younger than my sweetheart)

I swear this is me at that moment in time… Yes my car morphs into a carriage at will!

So, me being me, turns the radio station over the one of the more modern, hip type ones. I listened to the commentary from the DJs and promptly turned the channel back to the easy listening. When fiance man looked at me with a raised eyebrow I said “Wow! That epically made me feel OLDER”… and then it hit me. I became one of those ‘Back in my day people’ *Insert scary music violin thingy here*

Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t actually believe I am old. However, I am well aware my 12 year old brother thinks I am a dinosaur!

Moving forward.

I made Kel make a pact with me that we will never become one of those ‘OLD’ couples whose highlight is watching a telemovie on a Friday night, who only has sex once a week (Mum, I know you are reading, remember… I *NEVER* have sex ok? Just a metaphor for ummm cuddling? ) and who fall asleep on the couch while watching ‘Murder She Wrote’.

No offence Angie, you are amazing! In that whole ‘Born in the early 20th century kind of way!’

Then yesterday, I did the unthinkable. I was asked what I wanted to do on our last alone time lunch together for a couple of weeks and actually muttered the words… “Let’s got to the Rose Farm, it is pretty and has a lovely cafe!” *Once more, insert scary music violin thingy here* That is something my Grandparents (Blesss them) would have said.

Kel, for some unbeknownst reason, agreed on this advenutre. I am going to admit it now, I really enjoyed it. Sure we were surrounded by pensioners and large italian families, but there was one other couple there that kind of looked around our age. The food was amazing and it was quiet and, well, pleasant.

I noticed, however, Kel was being very quiet. I asked what was wrong and he said “Oh nah, nothing, I mean, it’s ok, I like the Koi’ … “The koi? buttttt….?” “Well, it’s a ROSE FARM!”

Point taken. Mental note: Next time we’ll go to a brewery or some hardcore place like Maccas. HOLD ONTO YOUR YOUTH AS LONG AS YOU CAN!

Now… Where did I put my tube tops, mini skirts and bag of goon?!

I’m still in uni, there’s still hope! Right?!