When I am an old Woman, I shall wear purple

....at 47 I think I have now approached that time of my life when I can really appreciate Jenny Joseph's famous poem Warning.

Old (er) age does bring with it a liberation of sorts, but I do understand that things can be left to "drift" just that little too far, for decency's sake, that is.

So on reflection......there ARE a few things I need to address.

I must change my T shirts daily (and not every 3 to (oh the shame of it!!!)-6 days!)

I must shave every day....not every week!

The doggy smell that pervades the living room, and which is generally unnoticed by the two of us, needs sorting

I must not let Albert sniff, lick or walk on any food I am preparing on the kitchen worktops

I must clean all of the duck poo off each egg when I collect them

I must not wear my wellies when I go to sainsburys

Anyhow I think I am getting ever so forgetful too! Today I was sure I was on night shift but as it turned out I was in fact on a full day shift!....picked up the phone message from ITU at 11.00 am and had to go into work quicksticks!

Poor Chris has been on animal watch all day.....he is mega pissed off!