So a while back I alluded to the fact that I was going to write something on singleness while I could still remember my single days enough to say something with sufficient empathy.
Here’s the post.
The best advice I received on singleness was from my incredibly wise, old, grandfather. Ever the pragmatist. He was deeply committed to my gran and they were married for a long, long time. His sage advice to me, a young upstart bemoaning my single state one afternoon in Inverell was:
“What are you worried about, I was 48 when I married your grandmother. You’ve got plenty of time.”
That is all.