On becoming a cliché
It’s the little things about getting on in years that piss me off. Herself has commented in the past how I moan when getting out of a chair. Naturally I correct her and tell her it’s not a moan but … Continue reading →
Category Archives: Getting old
What was the Title of this again?
There are a couple of things I notice about ageing. One of course is the physical side of things. The old chassis is distinctly rusty, there is a certain amount of piston slap and the springs have all but worn … Continue reading →
The Victor Meldrew Syndrome
What is it about old age and grumpiness? I know it’s a bit of a cliché but experience seems to bear it out. I am becoming somewhat less tolerant. My desire for violence is increasing exponentially. Things I used to … Continue reading →
The need for speed
Well, that’s that then. I have attended the last appointment in a long string of appointments that disappear over the horizon behind me. Most of them have been with the opticians or the ophthalmologists but there were a couple of … Continue reading →
