Probably like most men, I still feel about, ooh, 15 years old on the inside. I pretty much still enjoy the same things now as I did then and in my mind I still look the same. When you talk about kids you quite commonly use the phrase “They think their invincible” but I think the same can be said about men too. I definitely think I’m invincible. Not in a “I can’t be killed” kind of way but in a “I’m never going to die” kind of way. I can’t remember the last time I was sick. I’m still fit and *ahem* strong. And like I said I still look young…

Life expectancies are steadily climbing thanks to the advancements or medicines and technology making our lives so much easier. And, just like when you’re a kid you never think about dying, I still don’t think about dying. Except maybe when I’m doing the electrics in our house or when Mrs C is driving us somewhere. But apart from those times, I don’t think about it.

So I’ve been amazed at just how “human” I’ve started feeling over the past few weeks and it’s all down to Junior. When I stop to think about a new life growing inside Mrs C or when I see his head move across the front of her stomach I can’t help but think about my own life and death and what I want to do on the bits that I’ve got left in between those two book ends. It’s really put me back in touch with life and reality. Ooh, and it feels good.