It comes to most of us in the end: a realisation that we only ever wanted to live in a world of limited choice where there are only two types of latte whisk and where nothing will go out of fashion because it was never totally in fashion in the first place, and where staff do seemed pleased to see you and not regard you as a serial shoplifter. And you can get everything you could possibly want in one store … and have a decent cup of tea at the end of it.
A definite sign of middle age? Turning into one’s parents? Not actually caring anymore what one’s children say? All of these, probably. But, sorry, it’s our life, and we can buy a seriously boring mahogany sideboard if we want to.
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