Old age

Another day in paradise. Maldives is everything I remember and everything I dreamed. We came to the Maldives for our honeymoon over 26 years ago. I didn't think we'd get back. I've hankered recently but Sandals resorts always won out because of the inclusive diving. But following the devastation in Jamaica and the cancelling of our holiday it seemed the perfect time and we are not disappointed. It's stunning here and I feel so very blessed. The sand is pure white and soft underfoot. The sun has kissed our skin everyday, with a gentle breeze to cool our brow. Will I be back? I bloody hope so.

I've left Ellie and Isaac back home with strict instructions to sell the house before we get back! Hum, I think Bella has just as much chance. Still not a single viewer has past the threshold. Ooh bugger! 

There are many signs of old age. The signs vary person to person but let's talk about mine! Wrinkly skin? I think I'm doing ok on this front and most of my less than tight skin is down to weight loss so I'm not complaining. We all know how bad my memory is mostly due to the menopause - but that's age related too. To be honest I've never had a good memory (lack of concentration I believe, in that it doesn't go in my brain in the first place). Aches and pains? A few niggles but I'm grand really. Growing hairs and whiskers where a lady shouldn't? Ooh yeah, I've admitted this one, embarrassingly! So talking of embarrassed I've found a new sign (I can't believe I'm sharing this one - there's something about writing a blog that makes you open up and maybe too open) but (and shhh) sometimes when I stand up I let out a little fart that I didn't know was there. Classic old age I reckon! I'm all a fluster with embarrassment and shocked that I've told you, but you know what? I've probably told you before, and I genuinely can't remember. Which brings us back to old age sign number 2. That's the real embarrassment.

A wound doesn't heal if you keep picking at the scab.