Wednesday, 17 April 2013

You know you are getting old when...

Hello readers...Mrs Nostalgic is feeling old!  I was having a little chuckle to myself yesterday as I was thinking what the young me would say to the old me now!!!!!  I was thinking how I've changed and there are a few key traits that prove I'm aging...You know you are getting old when....



You start bird watching!  I knew it was the final straw when I asked my Mother in Law to buy me a bird table for Christmas.  Don't worry readers I don't go out for the day with my binoculars and twitch but I do enjoy a cup of coffee looking out the window watching Mr Robin and the little black bird on my bird table.  The highlight of my morning is watching the bluetits on the peanut hanging thingy.  They are really pretty.  You see there I go again! Old!



There are certain foods, as well readers, that one only acquires a taste for when one gets older.  Sun dried tomatoes, olives, Stilton cheese and beetroot.  Of course an appreciation of a good wine comes with age as well but I seemed to develop that skill in my late 20's!!!


Getting washing dried on the line...well actually the whole process of hanging it out, monitoring the weather and joining others in the comment when a black cloud comes over "oh no I've got washing on the line"!!!!! When you were young you didn't care if it dried outside or in as long as you didn't have to do it frankly!  I also have line envy!  We have a whirly and I so long for a long sweeping line to sway backwards and forth.  See old!

Monty Don makes your heart flutter! Not only that but he knows how to cultivate a good brussel sprout!  I get really excited about Friday nights...no not because I'm getting ready to go out clubbing but because it's time for Gardeners World on the tele and I get to pick up tips whilst lusting after Monty Don! I need help I know.  I love gardening ..that's an age thing. My best friend and I talk about our gardens when we meet up now and how the slugs ruined our foxgloves last year...we used to talk about boys, sex and rock & roll.  Planting up pretty pots gives me as much pleasure these days as dancing on a podium once used to! By the way planted up some alpine strawberries in an old vintage baking tin and put on a shelf in the garden and it looks really lovely...try it xx

So Mrs Nostalgic is quite content with the aging process and quite frankly it's a relief to be able to let go of the pressure that is being young, acting and  looking hip & trendy. I'm off to put the kettle on now and have another cup of tea from a bone china mug...you appreciate a bone china cup as you get older you know!!!  
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8 comments :

  1. Tee hee, I'm old too!!!!
    I must admit I love a good washing line, I am a fan of the natural twine variety & at the mo I'm after a wooden prop but I've decided I could make my own so I think I will be doing that!!! Old, old, old!!! *giggle*
    love
    Alison
    x

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  2. So funny - I could have written that post myself. Especially Monty! Would have to add a compost bin to the list.
    Sue x

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  3. I quite agree ! I got great satisfaction yesterday from getting all my freshly washed sheets out on the line, they smell so wonderful when you bring them in.
    Ann x

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  4. I definitely agree with you, especially about Monty.
    Jo xx

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  5. I'm pretty sure I was born old. Although I'm still waiting to develop a taste for olives and wine!

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    1. It will come Jo - just keep eating olives and then one day you love em!

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  6. Oh Mrs. Nostalgic Vicky... I like this post very much. Although, I'm not going to jump on the Monty bandwagon anytime soon...ahem. ;)
    I'm not wise, but I like to pretend that I am. teehee I find that the closer I get to the defined end of life, the more I appreciate the most precious and meaningful parts of living. I no longer, "seize the day", but rather, savor the moments. There is an arrogance in youth. Back then, I thought I had the answers and mostly, that I had the time--an over abundance of it. But now, I realize that there never were any guarantees and nobody promised I would live to be a hundred and three. And that's ok. I think it makes me a better human being. It certainly makes things more compelling.

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