One of the many delightful surprises in this Strange Land of Old Age, has been this calm acceptance, this adjustment to later life. The change in the focus of pleasures that one cannot imagine at all when you are younger.
Love that in my lifetime I have seen the great industrial cities of the UK at their most productive but dirty stage. Saw them collapse and suffer and am now seeing them rebuilding and seriously re greening themselves: Sheffield, Newcastle, Leeds, Manchester, Glasgow… And proud of it too. They are amazing places.
‘You are old Grandma Williams,’ the young one said,
‘But your hair has not yet gone white
and yet you repeatedly stay in your bed.
Do you think at your age that is right?’
Do the designers of these things ever try them out? Have the hoteliers ever used them? It seems highly unlikely that they ever thought of anyone over 70 wanting to enjoy a romantic bath, safely and easily
Unthinking wording, kindly meant, yes, but pieces written in this way are demoralising and demeaning to older readers.
The people of the IT world seem to live in a foreign land for which I have no map and with a different language which only they can speak.
It is a pretty good way to feel stupid. That urgent loo call in the middle of a film and you know you will have to feel your way down two dozen steps. And on each one apologise for resting your hand on a bald head or young woman’s shoulder….
