It's no good. I'm having to come to terms with an uncomfortable truth. Over the past week or so it has been increasingly apparent that I am now officially a grumpy old man. If I'm honest the signs have been there for some months now. The irritable shouting at the radio in the mornings, especially, as it happens, when the secretary of state for health is on, the mumbled commentary to the evening news, the irrascible scrabbling for the mute button when that bloody irritating lloyds TSB ad with the wrethched squeaky singing comes on. You know, little things like that.
Last night I hit a new low when I found myself agreeing with the wise words of David Milliband. Lets face it, he's a politician, in opposition, so of course he's going to say that Health Services ought to be run by Health Professionals and not Politicians. After all, isn't that what Tone and his cronies were saying eleven or so years back. And there was me in the car on the ride home nodding like the Churchill Dog as Mr M intoned his pearls of wisdom to whichever interviewer it was putting him to the question. What was I thinking?
Then today, en route to Tesco Express for a quick sarnie after the lunch-time visits, what should I espy but a bunch of thirteen year old herberts larking about in the car park. Why aren't the little blighters in school I thought, completely ignoring the fact that our own offspring are off with rel's for the Half Term holiday. D'oh!
Last week some diminutive pink, bobble hatted pixie snowballed me as I was coming out of another home visit, and it was all I could do to prevent myself from upending the offending moppet into a nearby snowdrift in retribution. Then there was the traffic on the way home last Friday. Honestly. Three measly inches of the wettest, saddest snow ever, and gridlock ensued. Three bleeping hours to do a forty minute journey I ask you!!!
Look!!! Now I'm even doing multiple exclamation marks, and I HATE multiple exclamation marks !!!!
But the thing that really brought home to me just how grumpy and down right grown up I've suddenly become was the reaction to that first snowfall last Thursday morning. Instead of the unrestrained glee of the junior members of the household, or even the wistful "winter wonderlandishness" of my better half, all I could muster was a miserale moan about the state of the roads.