Dress practically. Layers. Well-fitting bras. Neutral colour and covered up as opposed to shouty slogans and cut-outs. Shoes that are comfortable rather than crucifying. Buying vests to wear underneath jumpers and not as outerwear a la 2003.
Get excited about household appliances. Most recently this was triggered by a cordless handheld vacuum cleaner. A seminal moment, I swear. Enthusiastic about electricals? It’s a thing.
Make a flask of coffee for after a long walk/run/swim. You know, to celebrate. Chin-chin.
Write a weekly shopping/to-do list. More of a necessity really as my memory is rubbish. Twenty years ago I could remember it all without referring to notes or lists. Ah, youth!
Go to B&Q/Dunelm voluntarily. The thrill of paint or lampshades or rugs or even what roll of wallpaper you may find in the clearance aisle. Seriously, it’s a natural high.
Wear big pants. Thongs seemed sexy at twenty, less so at forty. Permission to be extremely comfortable? Granted.
Visit two different supermarkets in the same day to ‘get something nice for tea’. That’s Sainsbury’s for the pad thai then M&S for a posh dessert. I think 20-year-old me would suggest it was utterly tragic. Perhaps it is, but at least my eating habits are better.
Being teetotal. Younger me would have laughed like a drain at this. Younger me hated missing any boozy night out. Younger me also suffered chronic FOMO, which older me does not (so much).
Zero make-up. Especially true this year. Covid has made my makeup the victim of cancel culture. See ya, wouldn’t want to be ya!
Go to bed early. I don’t need to be told twice.