Yes, I know, we Oldies have rather taken to the wine. We keep getting the message that a glass of red a day keeps…..away etc. But, no, it isnt the plonk, we just fall over, unexpectedly. Strange things start to happen as you reach seventy plus. Things, like in the shower: the stupid shampoo gets your…
Yet the essential you is just the same, the one who lived through being six, sixteen and sixty to reach a serene seventy plus.
The Knees had to have their walk. Decided to take them along the River Clyde, East of Glasgow an area new to me. The riverside path is flat, so they were allowed no moaning. Curiosity came too, but in no great hopes. However, within minutes we were joined by a delightful friend, Nonsense……In stitches in no…
Oh dear what can the matter be? Many old ladies stuck on a lavatory!
The sight of the Maryhill litter brought it all back. No one watching, so gingerly picked up a few interesting pieces. Rather dirty, but who cares when you are 6 again?
The Knees and The Curiosity took a walk in Queen’s Park. Walk No 4.
If we can persuade others of my generation to join in and enjoy we may have altered the whole picture of a lonely old age!
