Today is my birthday. I am 77 years old. I both look it, and feel it.
I used to think that if I made it to the year 2000 I'd be exceeding all expectations. Well, that was 23 years ago, and I'm still here.
Everything still works OK. My Sciatica is slightly troublesome, but if I take a couple of Ibuprofen pills I can mask the pain for a reasonable while.
Mentally I'm still mostly compos mentis (Lady M might contest this), although my short term memory can be a bit wobbly at times.
I still have a good appetite, and I enjoy a bottle of rouge with the best of them. I no longer chase after beautiful women, but I still quite like the idea. And I continue to do a hard day's work without ending up in A & E.
My driving is OK. I'm never in a hurry, but I can put my foot down when required. My reflexes are still very sharp. I should be road-worthy for a few years yet.
I no longer row Eights, play Cricket, or Rugby, but I do swim about 3 hundred metres every day.
I don't sleep very well; I never have. As with Mrs T; 4 hours is plenty (plus a 10 min cat-nap after lunch).
My only real moan is that my dodgy right knee makes me a tad cautious when walking. I do occasionally use a cane, but that is more for security of balance than anything else.
That's it. Look for this page next year to see if I'm still here! Oh, and I still have a reasonable sense of humour.
And this link (below) gives an idea of what we shall be eating tonight. It's a lovely nearby farm/restaurant which specialises in Duck and Goose. The kitchen is run by the wife and daughters of the farmer. Everything is home produced, and home cooked! Nothing comes from those giant faceless multi-national Catering Co's that supply most restaurants with boil-in-the-bag meals. We shall be eating outdoors, behind the beautiful old farmhouse.