Biblically, as of today, I am an old lady. At the moment my legs would agree with that opinion but my head still wonders how it happened.
I decided a while ago that I wouldn't make a fuss about the Big Seven Oh as I'm still uncomfortable about going to pubs and restaurants so inviting friends and family out for lunch didn't seem like a good idea. However, other people decided that such a day couldn't go unmarked. As a result I had fudge brownies for breakfast.
And chocolate biscuits mid morning.
And steak, wedges and salad at lunchtime.
And THREE different birthday cakes,
But most of the seventy chocolates are still in the box.
My Mother told me that at 7pm seventy years ago she was cooking fish and chips for Father's evening meal and by 7.30pm she was nursing me. I can't manage that sort of speed these days. And certainly not this evening.