Dad made me laugh last night. We were talking about age. He insists all the ladies in the block of flats where he lives are too old for him to be friends with.
“They must be over 70”, he said, “some of them are over 80”. I said, “Dad that’s OK, so are you!”
“I know”, was his response. “I just don’t understand how it happened. I am sure that when I went into hospital the last time I was only 70 and when I came out I was 80. I know I wasn’t in there for 10 years, they must have wound the clocks forward!”
I know exactly how he feels I have a significant birthday coming up and I have definitely not lived that long. Someone must have wound our clocks forward together!