OK Hands up all who started to sing "Hey now, hey now"?

Well now that I've got your attention, I've been long gone from the blog front, but I'm back (at least for a moment) with news of my couple of days off.

Big deal you say? probably but as a carer I don't get too many days just for myself and this time I got to catch up with a few old friends.

I've known Elaine for about 25 years, we don't get to see each other very often now but when we do, look out!!!. We were to have a dignified lunch with a few other ladies, but you know what they say about well laid plans!! I was walking up to the Art gallery where we were to have lunch and I noticed a couple of old girls standing around out the front waiting as I got closer (and to my horror) I found that the old girls were the ones I was going to meet and that I, by arriving, was adding to the number of old girls!!

The trouble with getting older is that on the inside I feel only 20 but the outside is creeping up there getting to the wrong side of 50. I don't notice it much at home as I see my mug in the mirror everyday, but when you see your friends that you remember when you were young and reckless, getting on in years, well it's a bit of a shock to the system.

The good thing about memories is that with a couple of drinks and a few hours of laughing, joking and just being ridiculous I was transported back to when the night never ended and we got up to things that they stick on Youtube these days.

I live by the saying "Grow old disgracefully" when they come to take me when my time is up, they better be ready for a fight, 'cos I'm not going quietly. I still check out the good looking young fellas and think about the times when I would have given them a run for their money and I thank goodness that nobody can read my mind, as I'm sure I'd shock the crap out of most people. Now people have to take me as I am, if they don't like the way I muck about well tough, I've spent enough time on this planet now to do as I please and stuff anyone who doesn't like it.

Now I don't like to have my picture taken, for some reason when they say smile, they take forever to actually snap the picture and when they do my smile has slid down my face and I look like I've got constipation. For anyone who's interested I'm the porker in black on the left of both pictures, I still wonder who that old girl is sometimes and I have to look twice when I see her in the mirror when I pass.

The only good thing (if that can be said) about these pictures is that everyone else has got old as well. Well as I close this long winded blog I raise my glass to the "Old Bags Club" and thank them all for a great day and I can't wait for the next meeting.