The slippery slope downhill

Just back from the theatre. The summer rep season has begun with Who Killed Agatha Christie? It's a two man play and very short. We were out by 9.15. As I said to Husband on the way home, 'That's the sort of evening out I like: we're home in time for Miranda, I don't have to dress up and I don't have to talk to people.'

I am turning into such an old person!

Driving to Zac's the other evening I saw a girl on one side of the road and three old ladies on the other. The girl was wearing a strappy t-shirt, shorts and sandals while the old ladies were in their thick winter coats. I was comfy in a jumper and woolly cardi. It is clear which side of the spectrum I'm rapidly heading for.

By the way the play was okay but I feel a bit uncomfortable with a play that ends with the baddie getting away with murder.