Funny the things one thinks about in that time between night and day. Whilst half-dozing, I was reviewing the planned events of the next few days: hairdresser this afternoon; visit to Son #3 (remember to take his golfing boots); visit of the Tinies next week…… That stopped me in my tracks and sent me wandering off in another direction. Son #4’s children have definitely become The Tinies. And it seems hardly any time ago that Him Behind the Wheel’s folks were called The Oldies. Now we even think of ourselves as The Oldies. Ah well, that’s life – everything changes and yet everything is the same.
Anyway, Oldies is better than Wrinklies!