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Feeling My Age.

Monday morning I am beginning to feel my age. Where has the sprightly step gone as I go downstairs to make breakfast. The pain in the back of my neck is that a permanent reminder that I once had a great time at sports of all kinds? The pain in my knee now is that from football or rugby perhaps even from cricket, who knows? Going shopping I ask myself will I be able to make it back home if I buy that kilo of potatoes with all of the other groceries that I have bought? Questions that I would perhaps not have to answer if only I had not played all of that sport as a youngster.

Shall I get the bicycle out of the shed and have it seen to I could at least carry that extra kilo or so when shopping. I know that I will not take the bicycle to be repaired lets face it at my age one does not start bike riding again all though as a youngster I lived with that bike. Fifteen miles there and fifteen miles back every day until she finally said that she would be mine. I must admit as a youngster there was nothing that I could not do or at least I like to tell myself so.

How many times have the mattresses been renewed? Gone are the days when a soft mattress gave me a good nights sleep. Now a hard mattress is what sooths the old aching body. Once I slept with just a sheet covering me now I need at least two Whitney Blankets with a duvet to keep the old bones warm. The soft pillows have been replaced for what sometimes feel like blocks of wood for my weary old head to rest on. Thank goodness there are no more candles or paraffin lamps to lighten the darkness when one has to get out of bed during the night. Now the touch of a switch and light appears a powerful torch lights the way to the bathroom. Things are changing fast and the newcomers to earth will smile at what we took to be normal. Now one can have a light installed that will light up when one claps one’s hands or at the sound of one’s voice. The voice of a neighbour comes back to me; I use a taxi for all of my shopping. After all one cannot take anything with one when ones time is up so why hoard the money I have no kids to leave it to and the taxi drivers have to earn a living. Now I call a taxi when I do my shopping. I can buy that extra kilo of potatoes without worrying about getting it home. To tell you the truth I look forward to my shopping trips it breaks the monotony of the weeks that seem to fly by faster and faster as I get older.