When a shop assistant ask’s if you have a Senior’s Card. :(

Happy Potter said:

When a shop assistant ask’s if you have a Senior’s Card. :(

You’re even older when you can give her one.

Happy Potter said:

When a shop assistant ask’s if you have a Senior’s Card. :(

You too??/ I had it twice in the one day. My kids just laughed at me when I told them! I was mortified. LOL

Getting older has to have SOME benefits—and the alternative isn’t good ;)

The kids primary school friends start popping out 1 or 2 babies.

I can’t wait to be a Nanna….. I was often wrong as a mum in the kids eyes, hoping to hear….“Nanna said this and she is always right” from the grandkids:D

Or even Grandkids ;)

I know…….. don’t care……I’m a happy sook;P
———— i used to trudge my way across burning sandhills to get to the beach in weather like this. even as we talk some young fit people are enjoying themselves on faraway beaches under the baking sun -
no more.

pepe said:

I know…….. don’t care……I’m a happy sook;P
———— i used to trudge my way across burning sandhills to get to the beach in weather like this. even as we talk some young fit people are enjoying themselves on faraway beaches under the baking sun -
no more.

and your skin thanks you.

pepe said:

I know…….. don’t care……I’m a happy sook;P
———— i used to trudge my way across burning sandhills to get to the beach in weather like this. even as we talk some young fit people are enjoying themselves on faraway beaches under the baking sun -
no more.

I used to walk barefooted outside on cement on these hot days…not now.

Bubba Louie said:

pepe said:

I know…….. don’t care……I’m a happy sook;P
———— i used to trudge my way across burning sandhills to get to the beach in weather like this. even as we talk some young fit people are enjoying themselves on faraway beaches under the baking sun -
no more.

and your skin thanks you.

maybe maybe not – sweat, sun, salt water = exercise, cleansing.
my skin looked better than i’d reckon.

Lucky1 said:

pepe said:

I know…….. don’t care……I’m a happy sook;P
———— i used to trudge my way across burning sandhills to get to the beach in weather like this. even as we talk some young fit people are enjoying themselves on faraway beaches under the baking sun -
no more.

I used to walk barefooted outside on cement on these hot days…not now.

walk?? – more likely run fast, hop about and scream??
you country girls do develop tough feet – ms pepe is still as barefoot as possible.

pepe said:

Bubba Louie said:

pepe said:

I know…….. don’t care……I’m a happy sook;P
———— i used to trudge my way across burning sandhills to get to the beach in weather like this. even as we talk some young fit people are enjoying themselves on faraway beaches under the baking sun -
no more.

and your skin thanks you.

maybe maybe not – sweat, sun, salt water = exercise, cleansing.
my skin looked better than i’d reckon.

Skin Cancer!!!!

Just look at the skin on older English people. They look 10 years younger.

Skin Cancer!!!! Just look at the skin on older English people. They look 10 years younger.
———————
a sheltered life – no character – give me the salt sea air – the breakers smashing over the bow –

“not a clean and in between the linens
holy out of breath death “

quote from one of the angry young men poets.

“Let me die a youngman’s death
not a clean& inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death”

my apologies to roger mcgough for lack of capitals.
it goes on….do you want more?

pepe said:

“Let me die a youngman’s death
not a clean& inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death”

my apologies to roger mcgough for lack of capitals.
it goes on….do you want more?

Love that kind of poetry…

Yes please.

and You know you’re old when…your daughter’s boarder tutor asks if you’ve come to pick up your granddaughter….
grrrr

but then the lady in the office who’s born in my year, tells me her eldest grandson is the same age as my daughter…

…still…

I walk around on the Cerment barefooted and sometimes on the gravel. Other then that I’m always in my workboots.

“Let me die a youngman’s death
not a clean& inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death

when i’m 73
& and in constant good tumour
may i be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sportscar
on my way home
from an allnight party

or when i’m 91
with silver hair
& sitting in a barber’s chair
may rival gangsters
with hammyfisted tommyguns burst in
& give me short back & insides

or when i’m 104
& banned from the cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
& and fearing her son
cut me up into little pieces
& throw away every piece but one

let me die a youngman’s death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax & waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
‘what a nice way to go’ death.”

penguin modern poets #10
the mersey sound 1967

pepe said:

“Let me die a youngman’s death
not a clean& inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death

when i’m 73
& and in constant good tumour
may i be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sportscar
on my way home
from an allnight party

or when i’m 91
with silver hair
& sitting in a barber’s chair
may rival gangsters
with hammyfisted tommyguns burst in
& give me short back & insides

or when i’m 104
& banned from the cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
& and fearing her son
cut me up into little pieces
& throw away every piece but one

let me die a youngman’s death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax & waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
‘what a nice way to go’ death.”

penguin modern poets #10
the mersey sound 1967

More people should know about that poem…thanks Pepe :)

pepe said:

“Let me die a youngman’s death
not a clean& inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death

when i’m 73
& and in constant good tumour
may i be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sportscar
on my way home
from an allnight party

or when i’m 91
with silver hair
& sitting in a barber’s chair
may rival gangsters
with hammyfisted tommyguns burst in
& give me short back & insides

or when i’m 104
& banned from the cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
& and fearing her son
cut me up into little pieces
& throw away every piece but one

let me die a youngman’s death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax & waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
‘what a nice way to go’ death.”

penguin modern poets #10
the mersey sound 1967

What about…………………

Crabbed age and youth’
Cannot live together;
Youth is full of pleasure,
Age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather;
Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare;
Youth is full of sport,
Age’s breath is short;
Youth is nimble, age is lame;
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold;
Youth is wild and age is tame,
Age, I do abhor thee;
Youth, I do adore thee;
O, my love, my love is young.
Age, I do defy thee;
O sweet shepherd, hie thee,
Forme thinks thou stay’st too long.

William Shakespeare

pomolo said:

pepe said:

“Let me die a youngman’s death
not a clean& inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death

when i’m 73
& and in constant good tumour
may i be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sportscar
on my way home
from an allnight party

or when i’m 91
with silver hair
& sitting in a barber’s chair
may rival gangsters
with hammyfisted tommyguns burst in
& give me short back & insides

or when i’m 104
& banned from the cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
& and fearing her son
cut me up into little pieces
& throw away every piece but one

let me die a youngman’s death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax & waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
‘what a nice way to go’ death.”

penguin modern poets #10
the mersey sound 1967

What about…………………

Crabbed age and youth’
Cannot live together;
Youth is full of pleasure,
Age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather;
Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare;
Youth is full of sport,
Age’s breath is short;
Youth is nimble, age is lame;
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold;
Youth is wild and age is tame,
Age, I do abhor thee;
Youth, I do adore thee;
O, my love, my love is young.
Age, I do defy thee;
O sweet shepherd, hie thee,
Forme thinks thou stay’st too long.

William Shakespeare

Is that in a play of his?

dinetta said:

pomolo said:

What about…………………

Crabbed age and youth’
Cannot live together;
Youth is full of pleasure,
Age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather;
Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare;
Youth is full of sport,
Age’s breath is short;
Youth is nimble, age is lame;
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold;
Youth is wild and age is tame,
Age, I do abhor thee;
Youth, I do adore thee;
O, my love, my love is young.
Age, I do defy thee;
O sweet shepherd, hie thee,
Forme thinks thou stay’st too long.

William Shakespeare

Is that in a play of his?

Sorry….

I meant it to come out like this…

Dinetta said:

pepe said:

“Let me die a youngman’s death
not a clean& inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death

when i’m 73
& and in constant good tumour
may i be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sportscar
on my way home
from an allnight party

or when i’m 91
with silver hair
& sitting in a barber’s chair
may rival gangsters
with hammyfisted tommyguns burst in
& give me short back & insides

or when i’m 104
& banned from the cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
& and fearing her son
cut me up into little pieces
& throw away every piece but one

let me die a youngman’s death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax & waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
‘what a nice way to go’ death.”

penguin modern poets #10
the mersey sound 1967

More people should know about that poem…thanks Pepe :)

Hmm. You guys can keep the excitement and drama. I’ll take the quiet, out of breath death thanks. And as much peacefulness in between now and then as you can poke a stick at!!

pomolo said:

What about…………………

Crabbed age and youth’
Cannot live together;
Youth is full of pleasure,
Age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather;
Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare;
Youth is full of sport,
Age’s breath is short;
Youth is nimble, age is lame;
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold;
Youth is wild and age is tame,
Age, I do abhor thee;
Youth, I do adore thee;
O, my love, my love is young.
Age, I do defy thee;
O sweet shepherd, hie thee,
Forme thinks thou stay’st too long.

William Shakespeare

Which just goes to show, as I always suspected – I’m an oldie trapped in a young body :D

Happy Potter said:

When a shop assistant ask’s if you have a Senior’s Card. :(

Or when they just assume that you have!