Oh, shoot, if we go by the ages our mother's have decided we are, I am, and always be either 7 or 14, depending on the day and how much she wants to blame on me.

"I'm over the hill...where are you?"

AND

but are you still listening to these

My biological age and my real age differ a lot whatever daily form I´m in.

From some clues I guess I was born around the time Sag was.

When I was a kid the freight still came with horse-drawn waggons, there was no wall-to-wall carpet, no central heating, television and fridges were a luxury. Fruit and veg were only available when it was the season for it, we bought it fresh on the market. The nearest thing to supermarkets was a sort of general store. We had no washing machine, and a bath consisted of filling up a large tin tub in the washhouse across the backyard. My sister who was ten years older than me was in love with Elvis and James Dean.


I´ve been married 40 years next May (to the same guy), and our baby son will be 39 in January, and has two babies of his own (3 yrs and 18 mths) When I play with them laying on the floor, making teddybears and cars talk and acting silly I am about their age - this morning with the weather being cold and wet my rheumatism is having a hayday, I ache all over and I´m about 120 Most days I´m somewhere in-between

My birth certificate says I´ll be 59 in February which is great, because it brings me one year nearer to retirement!

Hilly