Gosh I am tired. Getting out of bed this morning actually hurt but I had to get up , my cleaner arrives very shortly. All this rushing around enjoying yourself is clearly not good for an Octogenerian . I should be quietly sitting watching the goings on in Parliament from afar...but instead I am out, greeting old friends, visiting old haunts, drinking in old pubs....Only old to me of course...my visits to the village I used to live in have escalated over the last week trying to keep up with old friends.
So last night I was putting my dustbin out for the Monday morning collection at midnight! Oh dear...every time I try to explain that I’m too old to be bothered with any of it I get over ruled by some of my oldest friends who are all around the same age!
There is obviously great pleasure in keeping up but I shall be glad when the last one goes home this week. That gives me a couple of weeks for recovery before the music festival begins.
Oh dear....It’s all self inflicted. I should just say no...emphatically, loudly! But so far I’ve just got on with it...
So I’m just catching up with the fact that Boris seems to want a December election! Oh dear! Or words to that extent. Is he hoping the spirit of goodwill will work on his behalf? I seriously doubt it.
But then I doubt everything this morning...apart from the fact that I have to tidy up before my cleaner gets here! Yes I know that sounds daft...but that’s where I’m at just now! Very deep sigh!
1 comment:
You are paying for broken sleep (Hip Pain) and from being socialised to the hilt!
Make the most of it, or alternatively, get a couple of sticks to go out with and lean on them wisely and sagely say things that a typical Octogenerian would say, while brushing your grey fringe under your head scarf, worn like Ena Sharples would have in Coronation Street.
This will solve the visiting friends in one go and perhaps convince the villages that you are really retired and have put the Dog Collars into the recycling.
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