Last month I reached the grand age of 75, so I am now one of the “vulnerable elderly citizens” (almost as beloved of politicians as the “hard working families!”)
My first gift was a free TV licence from the government
On the Sunday before my birthday we visited our local stately home with the family and had a splendid cream tea in the Orangerie. (Gracious living at its best)
On the actual day Jennie gave us a birthday party tea, complete with balloons and hats!
Two days later Jennie and I went to see an excellent production of “War Horse” at the Millennium Centre.
When I see 75 written down it looks so old. Inside I still feel 35, still 8st with all the energy I had then. Sadly I am no longer 8st and though the spirit may be willing the body is not and as for walking miles forget it!
Can it really be 70 years since the little girl with two fair plaits eagerly joined the mixed infants at Bentinck School? I was the youngest of the family and all the cousins and had been so envious of my brother and cousins when they went to school.
64 years ago that same little girl walked along the boulevard,proudly wearing the scarlet and grey uniform of the grammar school.
56 years ago I started my Nursing training.
52 years ago I visited Norway for the first time and so began about 10 years of sharing my time between England and Norway.
The first babies I delivered will now be over 50, I wonder how they have lived their lives.
48 years ago I had my great adventure on the Bergensfjord.
41 years ago I married JW
35 years ago I had my lovely daughter, Jennie.
Since then the years have just telescoped into one another and Jennie is grown up with a family of her own and my grandchildren are growing up at a rapid rate. I do have one consolation in that my 2 year old granddaughter is a carbon copy of her mother so I have the joy of those early years, (which flew by so rapidly) all over again.