April 2019 was when I hit 60, I went to bed one night in my 50s and woke up the next morning in my 60s, nothing actually happened. Most of my body continued to work, the one really exciting thing was I could now apply for my bus pass. I've got one but not used it yet, but I will.
Then strange things started happening, I received a letter from the local health authority telling me they were going to send me something free, a home bowel cancer screening kit was on my way to me. It means I can officially stick some poo in an envelope and post it off to someone without worrying about prosecution, I wonder what would happen if I sent off some cat poo.
The next thing was my gas and electric supplier, they offered to send me bills in a larger font and in braille if I wanted, I could also agree a password with them so if someone called and I was worried they would give me a safe word and they also offered assistance in reading my meter in case I have difficulty (we have a smart meter). And finally if I needed a home visit I could leave an instruction asking them to knock louder and wait a bit longer before putting a no reply card through the letterbox to save me struggling to get to the door in case my Zimmer frame got caught on something.
I feel like I'm on my way out, overnight I've gone from 60 to let's let him drift off peacefully, it's what he would have wanted.
Respectfully, I have to say arse to all that, we have loads of holidays and trips planned and we intend to keep doing these while we can and then still having a go afterwards.
As far as I'm concerned I'm 59 with inflation, mostly around my middle. If you're reading this and you get to my ripe old age keep on living, doing what you want to do, when you want to do it and with who you want to do it with.
Now then, where's my wine gone?
