Sex Over Sixty

Hummm a knotty subject for sure.

Either bloggers don’t do it , or they don’t want to talk about it.

Me thinks it’s the latter

With provisions lol.

I’m not Julie Andrews.

I never said I was, so the subject of sex, remains on the table , here on Going Gently. It’s the opportunity which is somewhat lacking.

I have a friend called Dan. I met him when I sizing up aubergines in Sainsbury’s a few years ago. ( I know it’s stereotypical but aubergines do make incredibly realistic penguins for a novelty vegetable class in a flower show), well I’d met him a while before when I was a nurse on ITU and he was a student.

We’d fancied each other for years but only got together occasionally after I was single. 

A lot older now, but still a spring chicken,  he’s moved away, but when back in the area he looks me up for a “reunion” of sorts. 

I call him Helen Keller in my head, and when talking of him to friends.

For he’s not a strong conversationalist .

There is nothing more flattering than someone who finds you physically attractive who is a dish themselves .And he’s a dish …..

Hey ho

Today I’m paying the price 

Sex over sixty ! Pah! You can keep it

I have a pulled at least one muscle in my back and can’t cough without pain 

I feel as though I’ve. just been hit by a bus

Bloody hell