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Thursday, 15 February 2007

Uncle?

I knew it had to happen one day but I never realised that I would be caught unprepared when it finally happened. Have I really crossed that threshhold?

What happened, you may ask?

I wouldn't mind it if my son's or my daughter's friends come up to me and call me "uncle, uncle". I'll expect it of them. But there I was, going to the restaurant with my wife for dinner and the waiter quietly said to me: "Uncle, let me show you to your seats."

Perhaps, I've got to start acting my age now....

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