“Arthritis!” I thought to myself as I looked at my little finger… it was stiff, knobbly and distinctly aching. ”Dear God , does old age actually strike ON your 70th birthday?”
I got up gingerly expecting my hips to give way (your bones get brittle in old age). I tottered to the bathroom to inspect my face. “Doesn’t look a lot different to yesterday, perhaps a tad more facial hair around the moustache area?” I said it out loud ( another feature of growing old) and I felt the 5″ roll of oestrogen around my middle – not much hope of that disappearing overnight. Why am I telling you this you may be wondering …well, it’s to cheer you up… all you gorgeous over 50′s.
I’m 20 years older than most of you and I just want to tell you about my fellow 70 year olds and especially Other Granny (OG) and how we have been celebrating the 7 “T”s.
You have heard …