Have I written a post about the effects of being 50?
As I am over 50 now...I don't trust my memory. So I can only apologise if I am repeating myself. Seriously though. WTF? Why does IT conspire against anyone over the age of 50? I can no longer type letters in the right order. My iPhone autocorrects to the most bizarre words. And I have gone from being relatively IT literate to...well almost as bad as my Mother! And the memory thing. The thing I hate most...is that 'glazed-over' expression people get. When it suddenly dawns on you that you've told them this thing before. My pal Mandy-Lee has the best solution. She butts in really quickly. And lets me know she's heard it before. Of course if anyone other than close friends or family did that to me I'd be mortified. Caught in the act of...acting my age. This post is going nowhere. As I have clearly forgotten the point. FFS. (I am not yet at the age of forgetting all my passwords. Anyone got any idea when that happens? I don't want to wake up one day and they've all gone from my mind! I need some forewarning) Here's to being another year closer to 60. Today's photo: me before the age of social media, iPhone's, laptops, Apple music, CDs and when motorbikes were built like sofas. And when I clearly didn't give a crap about having a double chin. And I drank tea from a really scummy looking roadside cafe.
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