Today I am sick. Yesterday was my fifty second birthday and it was spent feeling miserable and cantankerous (ask Mrs K).
I had a bit of a sore throat on Saturday night, although that did not stop me visiting my local drinking establishment in an attempt to sooth it. Well, that is my excuse and I am sticking to it. Aches and pains quickly followed and the rest I am sure everyone is familiar with. Basically, I feel like shit.
Is it just me, or does everybody start slowly wearing out upon reaching their half century? The tally up till now is, I cannot smell or taste to any great effect, glasses are a necessity if I want to read anything and last week, I had to have the old lug'oles syringed 'cos I had gone deaf in one ear. I am slowly, piece by piece, falling apart.
'Senior moments' are becoming a regular occurrence. You know what I mean. Going up stairs for example and then wondering why you went up there in the first place. Yes, you've been there as well haven't you dear reader?
Or alternatively, whilst doing the local shop, not remembering where the hell you parked the car in the car park and looking suspiciously like some aged car thief peering down all the rows desperately trying to recall where the trusty old steed was.
Life after fifty. 'Aint it grand.