I know I look young, but my goodness I’m in my 30s now.

Dear Friends, I’ve just come back from ASDAs empty handed. I’ve run out of vodka and tonight I’m making a vodka flambe drunken chicken so I thought just pop into my local ASDA and get a bottle of vodka. The lady at the check out looked me up and down (and no I was not wearing school uniform!).

‘Do you have ID?’ she asked.

‘No’ I said smiling and added ‘I haven’t brought my passport as I wasn’t planning on leaving the country today.’ I said sarcastically.
She looked at me sterly as if I’d just offended her mother. Then she gave me the daggers. I swallowed and thought oh dear, me and my big gob. I should have kept zip.
‘Sorry love, if you don’t have ID, I can’t sell you that bottle of vodka’. she said smirking – probably thinking I was a daytime alcoholic skivving school.
I shook my head in disgust. ‘I’m over the hill, love. I’m 30 odd’.
‘Sorry, its our policy. You should be over the moon that you still look 15.’ I didn’t know whether to be angry or happy. All I can say is if anyone is going to the off-licence, can you buy me a bottle of vodka. The chicken is in desperate need for a drink.

So having just knocked off over half my years off in one fell swoop. I’ll put getting asked for ID on the Sweet Nothing List.   That means when I get to 50, I’ll might just be looking old enough to buy my first pint in a pub. Well only time will tell.