My husband and I are both seventy this year. I feel fifty inside, but various minor aches and pains confirm my real age.
I hate the fact that the next significant birthday will be eighty. This has been brought home by the fact that we are too old to take on a puppy, now that our old dog has recently died.
What has made other gransnetters feel their age?
Water shortages and hosepipe bans
Rupert Lowe and the “rowers” haha
Reducing contact because my heart just isn't in it.


