This is the last day before my Birthday Month, and of course it is a special BM . . . .. .. it is my 70th Birthday Month. When I was a child it took me quite a number of years to grasp the concept of age and ageing – after all my Mother was old and she was in her twenties. However in time I started to understand that old and older were relative terms. Granny T was old and jolly, yet she was still in her fifties. Grandpa T died when he was 56 and Gramps C similarly died before he was sixty. That generation after WWII had a hard time of it.
70 seemed a long way away. Now that I am nearly there it is strange what has happened. 70 is the new 50 one of my friends keeps telling me. That’s all very well, but supposing you have genes that don’t age well. In truth, 70 does seem quite young. 80 feels old; but then old age is always ten years older than you are yourself. It’s all about perspective.
What do you think?