I’ve never given much thought to my height.
It is what it is.
I’m about 5’7″, which is average in my family.
I’m taller than my mum and my sister, but much shorter than my brother.
My dad was over 6′.
My 15-year old nephew is considerably taller than me now, much to his delight.
I am taller than my 30-year old twin nephews (in-law, if you want to be precise about these things).
I am taller than most of the women in my Zumba class.
I’ve been following Julie’s Height of Summer with interest and a wry smile, but never seriously thought about joining in ~ see opening remark.
Then I read Mel’s post and her claim to be 5’7″ and a bit. “Hang on,” I thought, “I’m taller than Mel. Aren’t I?”
It would appear that I’m not. I just think I am.
That makes me just shy of 5’7″.
Or 5’6″ and a bit.
It appears those “and a bit” count for something after all.