Sometime in the last few days I became old and frail and in need of a free bus pass, free prescriptions and a winter fuel allowance.
How have 60 years passed since I entered this world?
When did I pass 20, 30, 40 and 50?
I used to think 20 was old but 60, my God! I’m ready for the scrap heap. I should climb inside our rubbish bin and be carted off to the great landfill with every other piece of detritus.
NO! Only joking.
I may look 60. I may be 60. I am 60 but ….. I’m much younger at heart than I was 35 years ago. I was a boring, grumpy old man in my 20’s. Now I’m a boring, grumpy only man in my 60’s.
I’m a lovely, interesting, caring, grumpy, old man!
I’m not a party animal, never have been and, so, I had a lovely low key birthday with a magical meal at Cafe St Honore in Edinburgh’s city centre.
I’m sitting now enjoying my presents: a new pc and wireless headphones so I can go in communicado and not be aware of the mayhem which might be going on around me. A truly magical present!
I must go now. My nurse has told me that I mustn’t over-extend myself.