"The little fella"

You know when you're losing weight (or, perhaps, your hair)? It's such an incremental process that you just don't notice it from day to day. But then suddenly you see yourself in the mirror (perhaps sat beneath a bright light) and you realise how much change has actually taken place. 

Well, Dan and Abi came up for lunch, today, and as Dan came into the kitchen I realised with a start just how much taller his is than me now. With his Dutch via Cape Town genes I always new I was setting the seeds for future irony when I started calling him "the little fella" at a time when, to be fair, he did indeed only come up to my knees. 

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