Nineteen grandkids — wow, that’s quite a legacy, EZ_Rider! I can imagine the very first time one of them called you “Gramps” must have been a special moment. That’s when you know you’ve officially stepped into a new chapter of life, aches and dropsies included. At least you’ve got a whole team of grandkids to keep you entertained! ![]()
That’s a brilliant way of looking at it, May! When the “children” start comparing wrinkles and grey hairs, it does make us chuckle
but I love how you slip back into being a carefree lass when they’re not around. That’s the spirit! Age might add a few creaks and groans, but it doesn’t have to take away our sense of fun. ![]()
I know exactly what you mean, the number itself can feel heavier than the years! If we could just say “in my seventies” without putting a precise figure on it, I think we’d all feel a bit lighter. And then when someone says, “Oh, you don’t look or act like it,” it’s flattering but also a reminder that time is marching on. Still, I reckon it’s better to be seen as youthful in spirit than to get hung up on the digits. ![]()
People used to look surprised when I told them how old I was because I looked so young…Nowadays they still look surprised but I can see in their eyes that they thought I was older…

You have to understand it to know the answer.
When this “Gentleman”

Disapproved of driving at 30 mph in the Express Fast Lane. ![]()
Packed it in.
And gave the jalopy to the eldest Granddaughter.
Its value £100 to the other three.
They popped round yesterday with a thank-you Swap.
Now I have 4 skateboards that do 20mph.
In “The Old Gezzer Lane”. On the Pavement.

The older U Get The Wiser U Get.
All da way 2 the Cish and Fhip Shoppe.
The number of days you feel eighty instead of eighteen.
It’s a compromise…If I wake up feeling about thirty two then I’m content. How old I feel at the end of the day when I go to bed is an entirely different matter! ![]()