Conversations I never thought I'd have

yesterday I had a conversation about a carpet. It seemed perfectly natural at the time. Phrases like "that new carpet smell" and "room sized remnant" were used without either party sniggering or holding their head in dispair.

This morning, the whole thing seems almost surreal. Is this really what growing up is all about, sensible conversations about interior furnishings?

We quietly ignore our growing domestication as we get older but it gets us all in the end I fear.