How to Be Middle-aged...

I recently came into some cash and, rather than spunking it on several antique snooker cues or a holiday with the Missus, I did an adult thing... and spent it on getting some decking in the garden. 

And, bizarrely, I am happy about this. Like amazingly happy. One of the joys of married life and growing older with the Missus is that I have actually become more responsible and she has become more chilled out about daft nonsense.

The decking is probably evidence of this from my point of view. I have become a little home-maker. 

Of maybe I just have a thing for wood. It is possible...