I also like wearing the cloak of grey and wrinkly invisibility. I don't mind blaming transgressions on my age unless, on the odd occasion, I have a sneaking suspicion that it might be true. I feel a bit uncomfortable when people, who don't look much younger than me, offer me a seat on public transport. Even though it is a bit depressing, I accept with grace because I don't want to embarrass them or deter them from doing it for someone who might need it. What really makes me feel my age is questionnaires and online forms - having to scroll through the years of birth to find mine or even worse, having to tick the last 'or over' age box
I agree with everything @raisingirl@herbaceous and @B3 has said above ... especially regarding the knees (I think the designer should have a rethink, they're obviously not fit for purpose)
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Speaking of not fit for purpose. Why is the padding on our legs at the back? It should be on our shins. But then boots and wellies wouldn't fit properly, I suppose.
Back and front for me B3, can't wear wellies properly anyway - elephant ankles since having my girls. Children eh?
And the knees Dove, what is that little floaty bit for on the front? Mine's gone askew and now I can't kneel down - have amused the neighbours as I sit on a stool to do the weeding, shortsighted so need to get close to see them. Tried wearing glasses in the garden, gave that up pdq!
"The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it." Sir Terry Pratchett
Good morning - just. I know people the same age as me who think - and behave - old. I know people younger than me with less drive and energy and "can do". OK, so my knees are hopeless and my feet wobbly and my spine is dodgy but I have so many things to do so less of the "old" and more of the "let's just get on with it and enjoy it" please.
Having said that, I'm having a day off today. 3 days' non stop shopping, sorting, DIYing in Namur with poor sleeps and followed by the drive home yesterday and I deserve my lie in and a bit of sunbathing today. 17C when I left Namur at 11am. 28C when I got home at 8pm. Lovely.
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
Best not to think of age in ‘years’ it all depends on your outlook, Hostafan is always on about getting old, he’s 2 years older than my son. My back let’s me down but not as much as it used to, the doctor said the worst thing is for the back and knees to carry excess weight, all the pressure is on the knees, so I keep my weight down and have been so much better.
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
How about 'age exclusive' B3? On the way to our local shopping centre, I pass a new development of flats. They are described as '30 x age exclusive apartments'. Brilliant.
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Once, while walking down the street, I passed an older lady who clearly found it difficult and painful to walk. "Don't get old, deary," she said, "just live a long time." Advice which I do my best to follow.
My chronological age is 66, but, having been born on 29 February, I have only had 16 birthdays. I flip nimbly between being a crone and a stroppy teenager, sometimes several times a day.
It could be abbreviated to AE but unfortunately, that one's been used already. How about pitamog (pain in the arse miserable old git) something achievable to which we can all aspire.
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I don't mind blaming transgressions on my age unless, on the odd occasion, I have a sneaking suspicion that it might be true.
I feel a bit uncomfortable when people, who don't look much younger than me, offer me a seat on public transport. Even though it is a bit depressing, I accept with grace because I don't want to embarrass them or deter them from doing it for someone who might need it.
What really makes me feel my age is questionnaires and online forms - having to scroll through the years of birth to find mine or even worse, having to tick the last 'or over' age box
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
And the knees Dove, what is that little floaty bit for on the front? Mine's gone askew and now I can't kneel down - have amused the neighbours as I sit on a stool to do the weeding, shortsighted so need to get close to see them. Tried wearing glasses in the garden, gave that up pdq!
Having said that, I'm having a day off today. 3 days' non stop shopping, sorting, DIYing in Namur with poor sleeps and followed by the drive home yesterday and I deserve my lie in and a bit of sunbathing today. 17C when I left Namur at 11am. 28C when I got home at 8pm. Lovely.
My back let’s me down but not as much as it used to, the doctor said the worst thing is for the back and knees to carry excess weight, all the pressure is on the knees, so I keep my weight down and have been so much better.
Brilliant.
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
My chronological age is 66, but, having been born on 29 February, I have only had 16 birthdays. I flip nimbly between being a crone and a stroppy teenager, sometimes several times a day.
How about pitamog (pain in the arse miserable old git) something achievable to which we can all aspire.