I’ve just had a discussion about being old and it’s got me thinking. I know I’m an old person now because I just ate a big meal and then came back to my hotel room here in The Gambia and had to lie down. Also, there’s a live band playing downstairs by the pool and both myself and my friend are tutting away at the volume because we really would like to read our books in peace and quiet. It’s only 9.30pm.
I remember the days when I would have been dancing round that pool in my bikini. They weren’t so long ago. Is this how it happens to us all? Do we suddenly just find ourselves devoid of all energy, panting and wheezing at the top of stairs, buying up beige items in the Marks and Spencer’s sale while moaning that we don’t understand the youth?
It’s worrying but if that’s the case I need another lie down. It takes a lot of energy shopping for beige.
I wish this band would be quiet.