I hope you won't use your space soon. Happy birthday to you! 80 is not the limit. Your eyes are lying to you, only your heart is sharp-sighted, so you're not an old woman.I have recently achieved one of my goals though - to buy a headstone for my husband's grave (with space left on it for me, of course).
At the moment I am writing down all the stories I can think of from the past generations of my family - as well as those that I can find out about ancestors (Thomas ap Rhys, Elizabethan poet and privateer, Thomas Harding, Lollard and the last person to be burned at the stake for that, and so on. That's where that old "Headless Coachman" story comes in). What the generation before me did in WW2. Silly little memories about what we did in childhood. How we all went to sea with my husband. Things like that. These are all for Emily's benefit, to give her an idea of what life was like 2 or more generations before her.
I am still hunting for important documents which I seem to have put away somewhere safe but unidentifiable, along with some jewellery. When I do find them, I have a really safe and identifiable place to put them. Neil has just given me a 19th century "strong box". A bit beaten up, which is fine by me, shows it has a history, but too big to lose easily and very strong/heavy steel. Now, where did I put those papers?
Thank you @DougDyl. I do that all the time - not up the stairs - our house is all on one level, but I can't even get across the room without forgetting what I was going to do.It's so annoying when you can't find things. I'm famous for going up the stairs then not remembering what I was there for. I have to go back down before jogging my memory. Wishing you a very happy birthday.
Thank you @Zhnyaka. It absolutely is amazing. I remember when the first astronauts flew - even the first dog into space; then Yuri Gargarin; then the American men on the moon. Before that, it was all fantasy land. Telephones were in red boxes around towns and villages, if your car would do 45 mph (downhill) you thought it was wonderful. Petrol was 6p a gallon (my Dad thought that was exorbitant).I hope you won't use your space soon. Happy birthday to you! 80 is not the limit. Your eyes are lying to you, only your heart is sharp-sighted, so you're not an old woman.
we would also read it with interest. During your childhood, the phrase "fly to the moon" was synonymous with flying pigs, and now we use a satellite to communicate on this forum. Isn't that amazing?
The story I have been working on today was an ancestral one but the subject may not be much more than a legend. My grandmother appears, to some sources, as a descenden t of Ceol Hen ap Tegfan (4th century- 5th century) who was later immortalised as Old King Cole. I've been putting together all that I can find on him. Of course - like others that far back, he may not have existed but his daughter was Gwawl verch Coel. Verch means "daughter of" so there was someone called Coel or she wouldn't have been his daughter.I hope you won't use your space soon. Happy birthday to you! 80 is not the limit. Your eyes are lying to you, only your heart is sharp-sighted, so you're not an old woman.
we would also read it with interest. During your childhood, the phrase "fly to the moon" was synonymous with flying pigs, and now we use a satellite to communicate on this forum. Isn't that amazing?
I've never heard of Old King Cole. who is it? Some kind of legendary figure like King Lear? I'm not very good at British history, and my knowledge of myths is even worse, although I love English literature.The story I have been working on today was an ancestral one but the subject may not be much more than a legend. My grandmother appears, to some sources, as a descenden t of Ceol Hen ap Tegfan (4th century- 5th century) who was later immortalised as Old King Cole. I've been putting together all that I can find on him. Of course - like others that far back, he may not have existed but his daughter was Gwawl verch Coel. Verch means "daughter of" so there was someone called Coel or she wouldn't have been his daughter.
Old King Cole was the subject of a little song we learned as children. It was a kind of nursery rhyme and it has been around since time immemorial. Well since the early 18th century at least:I've never heard of Old King Cole. who is it? Some kind of legendary figure like King Lear? I'm not very good at British history, and my knowledge of myths is even worse, although I love English literature.
I seem to have missed your actual birthday - I’ll blame time zones. I do hope it was a happy one.Breakfast was 21g of carbs in the form of Jacob's Cream Crackers with salmon pate piled onto them.
2nd meal was vegetable soup using a pack of frozen vegetables, some frozen potatoes, a handful of crispy fried onion and some miso stock cubes. Tasted fine. Loads left for the next 2 or 3 days.
Not to worry about that. I don't really mark my birthdays (too many of them) but everyone seems to think this one is a special milestone. I think the 100th one would be a bit special, but nothing up to that point.I seem to have missed your actual birthday - I’ll blame time zones. I do hope it was a happy one.
Actually, I think I might award myself a "winner" if I outlive my grandmother and pass the 97 mark.Not to worry about that. I don't really mark my birthdays (too many of them) but everyone seems to think this one is a special milestone. I think the 100th one would be a bit special, but nothing up to that point.
It was a lovely day though. Thank you.
In your grandmother's time, did people live to 96?! wow!Actually, I think I might award myself a "winner" if I outlive my grandmother and pass the 97 mark.
Not normally, but my grandmother's family seemed to have the longevity gene. Her sister lived to about 104.In your grandmother's time, did people live to 96?! wow!
Wow! In that case, 97 is too small a goal for you. Medicine is much cooler nowNot normally, but my grandmother's family seemed to have the longevity gene. Her sister lived to about 104.
As I approached 60 and was expecting to work for a good few more years, I was offered the chance to defer my pension and gain an extra benefit when I reached 65. I didn't, at that point, need the pension but when I asked what would happen to the amount I had saved the government by not taking the pension if I died before 65, I was told that my estate would receive nothing. Fine then, I took the pension and saved it while I worked on until I was 64. Then I had to stop to look after my ailing husband. Just as well I did save it - I needed cash to pay for alterations to the house and for ongoing expenses for the next 8 years until my husband died.I've had a couple of busy days, trying to keep on top of jobs in the garden and today I had another lunch date with family - it's so lovely to see them now my own parents are gone. I haven't been especially careful with carbs but I have managed to consciously eat less than my body "thinks" it needs. The hot weather helps as my appetite is reduced quite a bit.
Tomorrow I absolutely must get the Christmas potatoes (Charlotte) in and plant up the purple sprouting broccoli I bought at the garden centre today.
@Annb I am glad you had a lovely birthday! May you see many many more and have good health to enjoy them x
My aunt is 96 in December and is in reasonably good health (she too has leg bandaging going on) - at this point I am curmudgeonly enough to want to live to enjoy my hard earned state pension for at least that long! I am in my early sixties and fell foul of the extended years before I can claim it, which is 67 for me. I am so annoyed about that... for most of my life I could expect to get it at age 60. I agree with the equalisation of men and women's pensionable age, but it should be 60 for all of us, not extended into a future many won't see.
I had goat stew in Greece many years ago - goat meat is very underrated, it was every bit as delicious as brisket or braising steak.I haven’t had much appetite, during the heatwave.
That was cured today. Mr Pipp brought in a goat curry made by a Jamaican friend who has a small cafe, served with finely shredded veg instead of the usual rice and peas. I avoided the punch from a rum punch to accompany it, but settled for the dark Jamaican rum.
Cured the loss of appetite.Rendered me incapable of much else.
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