Whilst at work today I chatted with my colleague about age and parents and what it’s like to grow older!

I’m not young, I’m half a century but neither am I old. I may have aches that I remember my Mother and Gran talking about.  I sometimes need to use my hands to help me stand upright if I have been sitting or kneeling on the floor.   Climbing the stairs can often be a painful experience.

I often laugh and joke with my husband that we will have Zimmer frame races when we are older.  (I think I’ll win)

I read the poem earlier by ‘Jenny Joseph’ and smiled to myself.

I know one day I will become like this but I don’t care because I will still be young at heart no matter what I look like or how I wear my clothes!

Purple!  Yup, I think I’ll look good in that 😀