All grown-up?

Two things happened this weekend that made me realise that, in some small way, I have become a grown-up.

1. Yesterday, my ex-boyfriend got married.

2. Today, I sorted through my clothes and, for the first time ever, 'it might come in useful for fancy dress' was not a valid reason for keeping an otherwise unwearable item of clothing. That, my friends, is maturity.

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