The other evening I dropped my youngest daughter off at the pub so that she could meet up with some of her friends. Her chosen venue was a local watering hole where I as a youth, had spent many an evening sat at the bar. In fact, I think it’s the same pub where I took her Mum out for a meal on one of our first dates back in the 1980s. We wouldn't have been far off the age Beth is now, give or take a bit. Back when the future was second place to having fun and the world a big exciting mystery. Where did those years go? I find quite regularly these days that something happens to make me feel old.
Is there a moment in your life when your children made you start to feel old?