I am not enjoying looking into the mirror and seeing this baggy, wrinkly saggy-jowled creature peering back at me, I am not enjoying the fact that walking Grace this morning the following all hurt - in no particular order -my left hip, my left knee , my wrists and both feet (and I was overtaken by just about everybody) I am not enjoying seeing DH age (I think prematurely)and because his hearing is going, conversation is becoming non-existent, I am not enjoying the fact that my life seems flat dull and boring and the highlight of my day is Escape to the Country, I am not enjoying hearing of friends who are ill/have died/lost partners, I am not enjoying getting a name wrong when replying to an email because I hadnt got my glasses on and I am not enjoying juggling the budget because while the pension stays the same, the weekly shop buys less and less. I am not enjoying feeling fat, bumpy and lumpy and no matter what I wear I look like a cross between a Russian baboushka and a bag lady.
OK I know that the alternative to growing older is even less appealing but I think I am off to eat worms.
Rant over - sorry chaps, I just had to get it off my chest, normal service will be resumed as soon as possible. Tentative