Sue's notes to self

It was with some bemusement that I opened yesterday’s post to find a letter inviting me to apply for my State Pension. Why the surprise, you ask? It’s not as if I didn’t know it was coming…. however delayed it has been for ladies of my generation (mutter, mutter). It’s just that I did not expect them to actually remind me, rather the other way round. I already have my work pension, though I had to wait extra years for that too!

It brings it home though, that age has crept up on me – or rather, I should say, rushed up and knocked me over. Where did the time go? I am now a concession when we go anywhere, I get free prescriptions and free eye tests (though sadly not dental checkups). I was most upset on hitting 60 that I did not get a bus pass, and l rather hope I will be able to have one now. Not that I use buses, but I might, on principle you know. In my head I am no older than I was at least ten years ago.

However, my body reminds me constantly that I am no spring chicken, unless they come with aching joints and failing eyesight too. The arthritis started in my 40s so I am used to that, but the other side-effects of aging, well, I could do without them. I really must get my hearing tested, as it is embarrassing to always be saying ‘pardon’ or ‘sorry’. As for names, it takes me at least three times of meeting someone before I remember what they are called, though I might recall all kinds of other useful, and not so useful, facts about them.

So age is just a number, but as it gets to be a bigger number you really have to ask your body, and especially your brain, how ancient you are. Me, today I feel my age, tomorrow I may not. On my next birthday, when I get my first state pension payment, I suspect I will feel even older. No doubt my younger friends, and younger husband, will remind me that I really am an old lady.

7th July 2023