Secondhand Sunday 37

I've come to a realisation today, I'm getting older. My brother loves to remind me of this fact - he's astonished that I went from being a rebellious teen to collecting china and cook books; I've switched alcohol poisoning for chai tea and scones. Gone are the days when I'd wake up at 2pm on a Sunday afternoon with a splitting headache and violent nausea, wishing for death and hoping that my friends had also forgotten the previous nights events. This morning I was up at 8am getting ready for puppy school, colouring in my grey hairs with a hair crayon (I'm almost 50% grey already) then after the market I spent the afternoon gardening - something I have up until...