Each and every year there is a period between Aug 1 and Oct 25 where I am a year older (and wiser) than Grant. I always enjoy this time of year because it makes me feel superior and when we are planning something or having a discussion and things aren’t going my way, I can always pull out the “well I’m older, so I win”.

However as of yesterday we are back on the same playing field – and both in our last year of twentydom. Grant chose to celebrate this by eating chocolate broccoli fondue in front of his friends, so I am not entirely convinced that he has truly caught up with me in terms of being wise.