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?
Not being looked in the eye when talking with someone
Remember when you voted to take back sovereignty?