by RavenGirl on Tue Apr 17, 2012 4:42 am
...not only do you keep on losing your glasses and eventually find them on your head [standard "Senior Moment" behaviour], but you 'feel' them there when they are not on yoiur head and, worst of all, you are hunting everywhere for them only to find that you are, in fact, actually wearing them on your nose, where they should be....
..You sometimes aren't even sure that you ARE wearing said glasses and have to touch the sides of your head just to make sure..
..You 'borrow' copies of "Saga" magazine from th Doctor's Surgery so you can finish that interesting article on pipe and slipper combos...
..You learn the mysterious art of H.A.F.A.I.T.G - "Having A Faff About In The Garden"; this includes, but is not limited to: dead heading obssessively, spot weeding, chatting to your plants, smiling at the sun like a loon, noting that "You've all down very well" to the tender strugglers, becoming a very small smallholder with pots and beds of this and that veg littering your once pristine garden, talking to the birds, cats, worms, beetles and any other visiting wildlife...
...You can no longer justify buying jeans in 'Long', cos you somehow seem to have shrunk in height and are therefore relegated to 'Medium' [to clarify for the Gents: non-designer jeans, like wot I buy, come in Short, Medium and Long and are equivalent to your length 29s, 31s and 33s]; however, your [we are back to the Ladies now...] waist is still the same size whilst yer butt has expanded like a bowl of rising dough, so you end up with clown jeans - short, baggy waisted trews that fit yer bum but not your waist and are no good to woman or beast..
.. You start moaning about song lyrics - not that you can't understand them but that you can't hear them, that they are too mumbled cos the singer keeps looking at his/her shoes so no wonder you can't make them out....
... You don't really mind being called "Madam" anymore - well, if you are a lay-dee of course [but then, it takes all sorts and i suspect that my beloved Eddie Izzard likes the odd "Excuse me, Madam" every so often when he's all dolled up in his gorgeous Cross-Dressing Regalia - E I isn't a Tranny, he's just likes to wear women's clothes and a bit of lippy/make up occasionally]
...Those short, tight skirts and dresses that have languished at the back of your wardrobe for over 20 years and would not even fit one of your thighs, let alone both AND your bum... [Yes, men and women both included here..., nothing to feel embarrassed about] just HAVE to go; "the Past is another country and thank god, the wench is dead" [or summat similar]
.... You struggle with Insomnia and stay awake all night posting on Forums at 5.30 am, talking bollocks and noting down things that signify advancing years..
...You no longer give a Flying Feck about anyone else's opinion of your hair, clothes, opinions, politics, values etc, cos you've been around the block a time or two and have come to realise that you will never please everyone, so you may as well just please yourself [as long as the "First Do No Harm" caveat is employed at all times]. As that nice young man David Grohl and his fellow band members [a.k.a The Davey Grolton Band**] sum it up admirably:
"I'm a revolving door,
I've seen it all before...."
Stella - [forever wearing Purple and never having money for butter cos she spends it all on satin slippers... and runs her cane along railings and sits down on the kerb to rest before gobbling up free samples in the shops - Ref: "Warning" by Jenny Joseph, a superb poem about women growing old disgracefully]
** Check out the video for "Long Road To Ruin" by The Foos, for explanation re: "Davey Grolton" and his band...
I'm gonna wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from their eyes..