I came across this poem and thought "That will be me", I can just see myself. In fact I do some of these things already, but I'm not telling you which!
Warning (Jenny Joseph, 1932)
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddently I am old, and start to wear purple.
Sunday 11th March
The nurse has been to take out the 28 staples in my knee - ouch that made my eyes water! It's not a pretty sight but it has healed well, just needs cleaning up and pampering now. I have some Aloe Vera and Vitamin E cream to pamper it with.