How quickly we get into double figures each month. And no sooner are we into double figures than it is the end of the month - we only have one more month to go and we are half way through another year.
I can't say that has been a good day really. I suppose at my age it is inevitable that I have some days which are not brilliant. Each year, once the first bank statement comes after the start of the new tax year , I work out my finances for the year, type them up and put into my finance folder. I have always done it and I am always pleased when it is done and I can forget about it. So today was the day when I chose to do it. It all went quite well and I put it all away in my file quite pleased with my morning's work. I intended to have a coffee and then have my morning's walk with Priscilla. It was then that it all began to go downhill.
I poured myself a coffee from the flask my carer leaves for me , sat in the chair with the cup in my hand and promptly fell asleep! When I woke up I had poured the coffee all over myself - my sweater and my trousers and my boots were all very wet and I absolutely reeked of coffee. I sat in despair for a few minutes, not quite knowing where to start. Then I mopped up the chair (luckily the coffee had not reached the carpet), mopped down my clothes and went into the bathroom. Dressing is one of the things I find most difficult and I really could not face changing my clothes, so in the hopes I would dry in the breeze I got Priscilla out for her walk. I suppose there are worse things to smell of than coffee but it was certainly very strong.
I put on my anorak and opened the garage door - at which point the heavens opened and it poured with rain. I came back in, sat down and promptly fell asleep again. It is obvious I really am no longer capable of doing much without getting very tired.
It is now half past seven in the evening and I feel quite perky - hardly surprising as I have slept half of the day. But as I am sure anyone over eighty will agree - it is really no fun at all getting old. In one's head one can plan a day but there is a difference between the planning and the carrying out and that difference is enormous, especially as until recently I had never noticed it.
I think it was Rachel who said the other day how she suddenly noticed her mother beginning to get old. I have certainly noticed suddenly that I lean - metaphorically - on my son more than I have ever done in the past and it saddens me for many reasons, not least because he has so many things to do and he could do without me adding to his worries.
So - end of moan folks. It happens to us all - it is the one thing over which we have little control and I am lucky to have got this far in good health. And as the heroine in Gone with the wind says - 'Tomorrow is another day' (If I have got the wrong quote from the wrong book I am sure someone will tell me.)