Juliet was watching Grumpy Old Men on pay television tonight and invited me to join her.
I declined, but conceded the title was me, especially at work these days. She kindly reassured me I wasn’t a grumpy old bloke and we discussed the program, which we had both seen previously.
I said I thought One Foot in the Grave (pictured) was a better characterisation of the theme. Juliet didn’t argue with that.
I do feel grumpy at times, but not to the extent caricatured. Denial is the first step towards acknowledgment, I believe.
