You can tell I've done feck all today because I'm on a roll with the writing...
After rolling newspaper and Don's sad story...I had a think about Max's comment on the blog I wrote yesterday...and Gracie's too.
If we are lucky we grow old...and as a bonus we keep our wits and most of our health and that comes with a price to pay.
For reasons best known to ourselves, it seems to be women who bemoan the loss of their figures and the ever increasing baggy bits which appear overnight and make you wonder if a decent corset would be the answer...we begin to loiter beside the counters of shops which sell 'enriched night creams for ultra dry skin' instead of grabbing a pot of Nivea...we actually read those articles extolling the virtues of using an under eye cream which banishes those odd grey smudges that make you look as though you've not slept in weeks...
Wearing a bra which actually fits properly begins to sound like a jolly good idea and we'll hunt the lingerie sections for knickers that reach our waists rather than a scrap of lace which means we'll need to seriously consider a Brazilian. Nightie's are ok...but they have to be full length otherwise they reveal the beginnings of various veins and pallid ankles and fat knees...best to go for pyjamas then and try to avoid the ones which have slogans on the tops...Sexy Kitten and that sort of thing. They look a bit daft if you need to go to hospital and have your chest listened to by a nice foreign Doctor who must be all of eighteen.
Slippers can be another minefield...proper warm comfy slippers with non-slip soles in lurid colours...or pretty fluffy ones that fall off your feet when you need to get to the loo quickly...and there's dressing gowns...sensible dressing gowns come right up to your neck and have stout cords to tie them firmly round your waist...and they come in pink or apricot. Or do you still hanker after a frothy confection in silk and lace which is designed for a girl a third of your age with legs up to her armpits and who weighs at least six stone...
It creeps up...creeps up behind us and suddenly shouts Boo! One minute you're dyeing your hair with henna and painting your nails purple and not bothering to put knickers on...the next you are looking intently at flannelette pyjamas and thinking how nice they'd be on a cold winters night.
You announce to your favourite hairdresser that she can cut it all off and she says 'it'd be best I think' and you half wonder why she agrees with you...you choose a new pair of shoes and ask for a size five and wonder why they don't fit and how is it you now need a size six and if the assistant brings out a pair with heels you laugh...time was you could have danced the night away wearing stilettos, now you just think about that corn that you ought to have seen to...
Then there are the clinics...if you take certain meds for your heart there'll be a clinic ...if you have corns there's a clinic...if you can't breathe there's a clinic...you see your Doctor so frequently you call him by his first name and the surgery nurse is like a personal friend so often has she taken gallons of blood from your arms...
You begin to mutter under your breath about the old people cluttering up the aisles in the supermarket until it dawns they are much the same age as yourself...you don't like Christmas beginning in August and find yourself saying the exact same as your parents once did and you vowed never to do...
So you fight back.
You fancy having purple nails? No problem...dyeing your hair pink? and why not...go out wearing long skirts and jangly bracelets and Doc Martins while reeking of Patchchouli ...just another old Hippy...wear the pearls your Mother left you and a neat twinset if that is what you like...track suit trousers and runners if you are more comfy that way...when you look in the mirror, see a face which reflects the life you have lived...a good life...and a full life. Your body, that reflects the lovers you have had...the children you've birthed...the weight you've lost and gained over the years...little to be ashamed about, more to be proud of.
Now you have wisdom and a lifetimes experiences to share...keep your friends close by...nurture yourself with good books and a glass of wine...or go off tramping the hills...enjoy and relish each and every day...you deserve it do you not?