Smat was a Grown Up

albeit briefly. Yesterday was Verity's National Conference and AGM, and in my role as Treasurer, I had to stand up and present the accounts to the members. Fortunately Mr Smat had prepared my powerpoint slides, so all I had to do was read them out. Even more fortunately the woman who noticed that the figures in the Annual Report were £20 different to the actual accounts didn't mention this during my presentation. Whew!
So there we were, running a national charity, hosting top expert speakers and published authors (as well as an amazing yoga woman*), being praised for changing the lives of hundreds of women, and I suddenly thought "hang on a minute, this is me, Smat! How did I get Grown Up?" It's quite worrying really as I don't feel old enough to be a Grown Up. I know I have the Baby Smats and the mortgage and the people carrier and the total lack of interest in partying all night, but it's about time I started behaving a bit more age appropriately.
So what do 30-somethings do these days?

*who has inspired me to "love my spine" and do the Salute to the Sun every morning without fail.