The Bits About Ageing Nobody Mentions

 

Getting older is all very well, but it’s not all sunshine and roses.

Later this week I will score my three quarter century.  Not everything is fun.    Knees creak.  Feet are downright painful.  My guts do the occasional fandango.  I could go on

My memory isn’t what it was.  Sometimes I think my glasses have legs and they hide from me.  I can go through to the kitchen and wonder why I have gone there.

I find the world increasingly complicated.  For everything I want to do I need a password.  A new car is baffling.  

Ageing can be lonely.  When I retired I moved further from many of my friends.  Some friends have died.  Sometimes my house can be wonderfully peaceful.  Other times it is painfully quiet.

And the weirdest bit? Inside, I don't feel particularly old. I still have plans, interests and the occasional foolish idea.

There are good things about growing older. I care less about what people think, enjoy the simple pleasures and have become rather protective of my time. An empty diary can look remarkably attractive.  My plan is to keep laughing, keep learning, enjoy what I can and complain when necessary.

This is a rather unusual post for me but I felt that my blog is sometimes a little smug.  I wish I could get my act as much together as my blog sometimes implies. 

Please don't worry.  There's nothing especially wrong today except that I am getting more and more irritated by Facebook and Instagram!