I was reading a thing the other day about getting older.
Apparently there is no limit to life expectancy.
It seems to be possible that Herself and I will run the clock past the ton.
I have developed a healthy disrespect for researchers over the past few years, as they are only too keen to come up with some absurd conclusion just to please their paymasters. This time however I think they have discovered the ultimate goal of science – to provide everlasting life. Their studies have thrown up a conclusion which quite frankly amazes me. It is a leap of faith, but with a bit of thought, one can see the possibility of a certain logic in their conclusions. And this fantastic conclusion that leads to longevity? The reason behind the steady rise in life expectancy is “the decline in the death rate of the elderly”, says Professor Tom Kirkwood from the Institute of Ageing and Health at Newcastle University. You have to hand it to him. He is prepared to stick his head on the block and risk the ridicule of his peers.
I have a lovely vision in my head right now.
Just picture it – Herself and myself sitting out in the garden in the sunshine as our K8 drops up for a visit. Naturally, she will have Puppychild with her, not to mention Puppychild’s husband, five kids and nine grandkids, who will presumably be my great great grandchildren [see- if President O’Bama can trot out the ‘grands’ then so can I]. Sir Fartzalott will still be hanging out of K8’s shoulder, while his wife hangs out of the other. Laughingboy will of course have driven up already in his solar-powered chair.
I wonder if I will still be writing this rubbish?