I have, of late, questioned the idea that....now don't be shocked....but, perhaps, and it is just a possibility remember, but there's a chance I might be getting older.
Oh it's not the occasional ache and pain that settles into the knees or hips, that makes me hop instead of walk and has me sounding like an owl.. "ooh, ooh, ooh"...nope.
It's not even the grunting I do every time I bend down to pick something up!
The need to have a sleep in the middle of the day?...No.
Wanting tea instead of a gin and tonic?....No.
The "oops, it slipped out!" noises, that make you shrug your shoulders and grin embarrassedly? ...No.
Remembering songs from the sixties/seventies even eighties?...No.
The boys having to programme new digital watches etc? ....No!
What about sex, ...what about it?
Looking at Led Zepplin/The Rolling Stones and thinking they're ancient when, as a kid you told your parents they were so old fashioned and that Mick Jagger was just "groovy"......(yes we said that not....... "awesome)
And there are hosts of other reasons that, at present, my memory won't allow me to access .....not to worry because at two in the morning, I will suddenly wake up, my 'eureka' moment, and the other reasons will flood back! Then, I can thank the Gods of "who needs to sleep" as I am left to ponder, for the next five hours, as I sit wide awake listening to the slumbering noises of the house.
No, the reason I think I must be getting older, is meeting an old woman and helping carry her shopping only to be asked, "are you Lisanne......you were in the year above me at school!"
Oh my, I know I'm getting older.
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