Following swiftly on from my post about ageing – I am having a moment. I am genuinely feeling old. Exhausted and creaky and what is more – time is going too fast and that is a proper old thing to say. We are already over half way through the year. Where has it all gone? Why does it get faster as we get older?
Just remember what it was like being a child. Waiting for things to happen. My children are on their school holidays and within minutes of my youngest son stepping away from an organised activity he is bored. Needs something to do. His days seem to drag on interminably. I wish my days did that.
In the corner of my house are several pairs of crutches and a clumpy shoe. Not mine I hasten to add – but they make my house feel a little old. My teenage son, who is abroad again was given a special shoe to wear for his broken heel. But the bloody shoe seems to follow me around the house. A constant reminder of what is to come. My youngest son said “my geography teacher wears shoes like that all the time”….:-
Please kill me if I start wearing shoes like this – even with my bunions.
I went for a walk this morning with a few of my friends. More like a slow shuffle because one of my friend’s had her gall bladder removed the other day. Keyhole surgery. Sucked out through the belly button. I think. Impressive. I am trying to work out what the gall bladder is for and why we don’t really need it. Something to do with bile and fatty acids and enzymes.
We took several dogs. This one cheered me up hugely. She smiled at me (because I was eating a sausage sandwich):-
So it’s not all bad.