How Old Do You Feel?
I have been bombarded with literature (adverts) from SAGA. For those who don’t know, SAGA is a company that offers a host of services for over-fifties, such as car insurance, holidays, etc. It is not necessarily the cheapest or best, but it is tailored for the over fifties – so I was annoyed, very annoyed, until I realised that I was over fifty.
Now, I am approaching the age when I will be entitled to a free bus pass, that is, sixty. When this was pointed out to me by a “friend”, I told him that he was mistaken – but he wasn’t. In June I will be of that age.
So I would be able to travel for free – if only we had a decent bus service.
The problem is, I don’t feel sixty. I don’t even feel fifty.
OK, I admit that the body isn’t as supple as it was, but then it never has been that supple. I suffer back problems, which I believe were caused by an incident when I was a serving police officer – many years ago.
I suffer from osteo-arthritis due to having broken my ankle in the early 90s. Both injuries were incurred long before I was fifty.
I am happy to delude myself about my age. I am as old as I feel, surely? And it is a nasty shock when I receive literature from SAGA to remind me that I am mortal and that my age number is creeping up.
It is also a shock when I realise that the average life expectancy for a man is 77 years. Now that makes me feel old!