I don’t like getting old, possibly because I don’t actually feel like I’m older. But I am, the mirror in the hall confirms it every time I pass it, I try to avoid looking at it but on occasion and of course by accident I do catch sight of myself and recoil in horror as my mother looks back at. This is it has to be said is distressing for me, only because she’s been dead for a number of years now.
Almost everything changed when I turned 50, it true. People sent me cards congratulating me on reaching a great age, seriously 50. Then others sent me cards declaring 50 to be the new 30 which nobody actually believes.