Are you a Netweather gal? It’s changed my life. I’m monitoring those satellites to the fucking minute, mate.
Obsessively wiping surfaces down
Washing up before eating
Turning into a right uptight bastard like my dad
And have cold food?
It actively annoys me that I can’t wash the bowl I’m going to eat from because it’s full of food.
Telling people to put a jumper on instead of turning up the heating.
Explaining things to people by drawing a diagram on paper. Something my Dad does to convey almost any point.
I’m a total fucking miser now after a decade of frivolous spending in my twenties.
Embarking on a sentence, getting about half way through… before pausing… and considering… where I might want to go with it.
Taking any and all opportunities to nap on the sofa, often waking myself up with a sudden snore. Then claiming I was never actually asleep.
What is that claiming not to have been asleep shit. Noticed both me and my wife have started claiming not to be asleep when we quite clearly have. Have yet to suggest that I was resting my eyes though.
Someone: “I think I’m going deaf” Me: “Pardon?!”
Me, internally: “oh fuck, it’s happening”
A few times I really thought I hadn’t, although the clock suggested otherwise. Then you just sort of lean into it, I guess.
One month away from the shortest day: “Ooh, the nights will start drawing out soon.” One month away from the longest day: “Ooh, the nights will start drawing in soon.”
Or making the joke the day after the shortest that the nights are really starting to draw out now
falling asleep around the now time of day
Commenting on the news of a death (normally a celebrity) with “do you know what they died of? Lack of breath”. My dad does this every time, and I’ve started doing it as well.
It’s a great line tbf to the lad
Its absolutely brilliant. Also does the job of winding everyone up, so it has many uses.
I’d imagine that any DiSers with kids will know that feeling of catching yourself after saying something to them and thinking “Fuck: I’ve turned into my mum/dad ”
I’ve definitely said that I’m not angry, just disappointed.
Mad obsession with making sure lights in the house aren’t left on unnecessarily
Possessiveness over the remote control
Leaving the house really fucking early (like, before 9am) if it’s a good day for going to the beach*
* no shame in this one tbh
I was doing that when I was in my mid twenties
I’m such a smug twat when I see all the mugs sat in traffic on the A149. “I was here at 9am, dickheads!”