I forgot to tell you this, mes amis, but last year I had a lovely compliment that really made my day. I was sitting in a waiting room, waiting for my appointment, as you do, and this man started talking to me and telling me all about how he had worked abroad doing all sorts of interesting things. Anyway, he mentioned something about the '80s and then proceeded to say "Oh, you won't remember that, you're far too young." I laughed and told him that I'd just had my 50th birthday and he nearly fell off his chair. He didn't believe me. It really made my day and I floated home on a pink fluffy cloud. I told Roberto when I got home and he uttered those immortal words, "Maybe he needs to go to Specsavers." Honestly, men! Methinks he was a little bit jaloux, n'est-ce pas?
Anyway, that's just a long story to tell you that Roberto and I have been pondering this question just lately....when did we suddenly get older? It seems to have crept up on us when we weren't looking, We were watching Countryfile on BBC1 last Sunday night and Blue Peter boy was visiting his mother. His mother looked really young and we were a bit shocked to think that we could be old enough to be that annoying boy's parents. God, he must be at least 30 years old. That can't be right.
Normally I have a really good memory but just recently I can't remember if I've switched things off, like theemersion (see comment from retired English teacher below) immersion heater or a light upstairs. I go back up to check, start faffing about doing something else and then go back downstairs and then remember that I forgot to check if I put the bloody light off.
Roberto can't get off the sofa without his bones creaking and groaning and when I kneel down to clean out the wood burner, I can't get back up. Then when I do haul myself up I have to walk like Mrs Overall until my knees stop aching. Note to self: buy some Cod Liver Oil capsules.
Anyway, I still feel young inside and that's all that matters and I don't think I look my age either (good gene pool, NOT botox or surgery).
Heathcliffe, just run upstairs and check that light is switched off, there's a good boy.
Normally I have a really good memory but just recently I can't remember if I've switched things off, like the
Roberto can't get off the sofa without his bones creaking and groaning and when I kneel down to clean out the wood burner, I can't get back up. Then when I do haul myself up I have to walk like Mrs Overall until my knees stop aching. Note to self: buy some Cod Liver Oil capsules.
Anyway, I still feel young inside and that's all that matters and I don't think I look my age either (good gene pool, NOT botox or surgery).
Heathcliffe, just run upstairs and check that light is switched off, there's a good boy.
