I just remembered what me and Oliver talked about last night. That I’m 3 (almost 4, *shudders*) years older than he is.

Normally I close my eyes to this fact and pretend that he is not 1 year younger than my brother (*shudder* again) but it’s being brought into the light by my soon to be birthday.

As Oliver said ‘It doesn’t matter, I’m like an old man anyway and you keep dancing like you are 22’ or in his more famous words ‘you are only as old as the person you touch’.

Well, that do end me up somewhere in my mid twenties and I should focus on that rather than on Oliver’s whispered ‘cougar’.