Ain’t Misbehavin

I came across a poem scribbled in one of my books last night.  You probably know it…. “When I am and Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple”.   It got me thinking, wouldn’t it be nice if we didn’t have to wait until we were older to misbehave?

OK I don’t mean break the law, but just stretch the boundaries of what folks expect of us. If you could what would you do?

ln this life we are taught to behave properly, not to buck the trend, act your age.  Sometimes I don’t want to act my age – hell sometimes I’m not even really sure what age I am.

Last night I dropped my son off at piano and headed to the local supermarket to kill time. There was a lady with a toddler (who clearly should have been in his bed) but instead was having the mother of all temper tantrums. You know the deal, on the floor, kicking and screaming. It was quite spectacular actually. Imagine if we could do that as adults. If I took it upon myself to throw myself on the floor and kick and wail in the local Social Work Department maybe they would take my requests for support a bit more seriously.

OK that probably is a step too far. They would probably have me carted off – but it would be spectacular AND it would be unexpected.

So I confess there is a wee part of me that is with the old lady who wears purple and spends her pension on brandy and summer gloves whilst she sits back unperturbed that her husband is eating 3lb of sausages in one go.

Somewhere hidden away in my deepest darkest self I want to be like this old lady……… enjoy.