For the last couple of weeks Mike and I have been joking about starting a blog called “So you’re an adult now?” which would just be all the stuff noone ever mentions about being a grown up that’s not necessarily bad or good it’s just passed over and you have to discover it for yourself. I.E.

• So you’re an adult now? Good luck with all that ironing.
• So you’re an adult now? Turns out YOU have to decide when/if bills are paid! 
• So you’re an adult now? People might try and sue you!
• So you’re an adult now? You can have cake for breakfast.
• So you’re an adult now? You CAN spend all your money on sweets and beer.

and so on. There were funnier ones but I can’t remember them. It mostly started when I realised that despite the fact that we haven’t had an iron for the last 5 months, I do actually really want/need one. My work aprons could do with an iron, and I have turn ups to iron in. Can’t afford to buy an iron. Awesome.