When being a grown-up isn’t quite how you planned…

When I was a teenager, I thought that when I was a grown-up, I would buy all the exciting cereals my mother wouldn’t let me have.

Like, seriously.

That was pretty much my only life aspiration.

Some wanted holidays.

Others wanted cars.

I wanted coco pops.

I stood in the mothership’s big blue kitchen and dreamt BIG.

So why, pray tell, this morning, did I rise from my slumber to do the following?

Place some home-made apple and raisin compote in a dish.

Top this with some home-made yoghurt.

And then finally, sprinkle some home-made granola on top.

Why did I do this?

More importantly, why on earth did I enjoy the taste sensation this created?

I’ve changed.

I’m not sure I like it.

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