"It must be great being a kid," I mused. "People feed you, house you, buy things for you. All you've got to do is prance around having a nice time. How great is that?"
I pondered this for a moment while Bethan lay playing with my cyberpurple hair, then realised with a dawning horror I'd just described most of my adult life and my only aspiration.
"Blimey," I said, "I think it's about time I grew up."
"Don't grow up!"
"I really should."
"Weasel, you'll never grow up."
"I'm nearly forty two," I said. "It's about time."
Bethan fixed me with a stern look. "Don't be silly," she said.
"Ok," I said. "You're probably right."