Anne's life admin lesson.

Does anyone else remember a time when they knew their age to within a day or two? I can vividly remember a time when I asked my dad how old he was and he genuinely couldn't remember.

I was absolutely gobsmacked how could someone not know how old they were? When you are 7 years 5 months and 22 days, nothing in the world was more important than getting through the next 8 or 9 days so you were 7 and a half and here is my dad not knowing if he is 34 or 35. I remember thinking that life obviously didn't matter at that age and dad had just given up. I remember asking mum who explained that dad was under a lot of pressure (he was manager of a football club) and age wasn't really important. I asked mum how old she was and she knew instantly but told me not to tell anyone.

Here is the thing, I had a birthday yesterday and I spent most of the day genuinely confused as to whether I was 37,38 or 39! I am still not sure sat here writing now and essentially I am not really bothered. I am late 30's somewhere, that is close enough isn't it?

Now 'A' on the other hand is an entirely different kettle of fish. She is incredibly aware of her age and how it is creeping up to the point of it becoming a real anxiety problem (nothing new, her mum once told me she was like it at 16).

Why does it seem to bother the fairer sex more than us blokes? The more I thought about it the more it started to bother me. It was then that I bumped into Anne, the mother of one of Rafa's best mates at school. I asked her if she was skiving off work and she told me she had taken a day off to "do some life admin stuff".

What a great phrase "life admin" Is! I chuckled to myself all day every time I thought of Anne sat at home re-administrating her life and fell in love with the idea and have decided that starting today I am going to have a monthly "life admin" day.

This morning I pushed all work aside (oh yes people work, not one but four jobs more of which later) kicked back with a bowl of corn flakes and a brew and got stuck in. I made a list of my life priorities for the next month and they looked like this.

Make more time for the boy's. (ridiculous, I have been back working 5 weeks and mainly from home!)

Maybe see if 'A' and I can get out for dinner at some point in the next month!

Prepare for the arrival of mum and dad by listing jobs that need to be done.

Book taxi for cricket at Tikli Bottom on Saturday.

Reduce golf handicap to single figures.

It was at this point that I realised that my life is in pretty good nick! I may be late 30ish and disgusted that I have forgotten that boyish instinct of age importance but it is not because I have given up, as it probably wasn't for my dad. It is that I actually don't care and believe that it is just a number.

I have never been happier and feel that if my "life admin" list is as flippant as to include cricket and single figure handicaps I am a very lucky bloke. The sun is back out in Delhi, we are very settled, have some great friends and feel very privileged.

Life admin complete. Over to you.