When I was really young I couldn't comprehend anyone being 18. When I got to 18 I couldn't comprehend anyone being 25. Now 25 seems so young!
And when you are staring down the barrel of a significant birthday that you have no wish to achieve (although the alternative doesn't bear thinking about) you suddenly realise that younger people are looking at you as being very old indeed.
So many people have said: "I don't feel any older than I did when I was 20 it's just the mirror that tells me I am."
I often think about my nine months at journalism college back in the early 1970s. Anyone who was then at the age that I am now approaching would have been born in the early years of the 20th century. They could have served in the First World War, but been too old to serve in the second. That certainly made me think!
I was also talking with a friend about how certain sounds or smells bring back memories. Two that came to mind for me were 1/ the music album Once Again by Barclay James Harvest which is not only my favourite album of all time but also takes me right back to those Autumn nights pub crawling in Harlow New Town in 1972. It was known as Harlow New Town in those days but now just Harlow as it has, like all of us, aged. That album came out whilst I was at college and I loved it as much then as I do now. If I play my favourite track "Mocking Bird" late at night in the dark and with all the lights out I just let the music swirl around my head and it takes me into a completely different place.
2/ This is a really random one. The smell of chlorine and a ham roll always conjures up images of Great Yarmouth. Back in the 1960s Yarmouth had a series of tea/coffee places dotted along the seafront. Many of them still exist although today you sit outside at a table and chairs. Back in the 1960s you sat inside these places on long forms without tables. I always seemed to have what was commonly known as a bottle of pop and a ham roll (never a sandwich, always a roll). We sat on the wooden forms and there was a strong smell of chlorine, obviously coming from the washing up. That smell takes me right back to childhood visits to Great Yarmouth.
Enough about age, after all it's just a number but in bingo parlance we are no longer legs eleven or two little ducks (22) and am now a tad nearer two fat ladies. I'll leave you to work that one out.
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Hopefully by late evening tonight we will be celebrating another promotion for Norwich City Football Club. A win in our 8 pm game over Bournemouth will ensure that we are promoted to the Premiership again. We need just two points from our remaining games but may not even need that if Brentford and Swansea fail to win their games today which will mean that we cannot be caught and must finish in the top two places which will give us automatic promotion.
Finally today I hope you enjoy the photos I took on a walk from Hethersett through Great Melton to Wymondham. The sun was out, the skies were blue and those wide Norfolk landscapes looked resplendent with their dashes of yellow.