I'm getting old, no really I am

Something happened when I turned 45 in June. Since then I have turned from the Mail to the Times as the former I found too anti and it was winding me up. Sue took me to town today specifically to look in WHSmith. We each found great magazines for our respective gadgets and decided to have them. Ten pound each! Honestly I know I haven't been out much and the cost of living has risen but a magazine for a tenner. I am so going to read every word of it. (see I have become old). It gets worse, there was a bloke bent over making a repair and was showing his hairy backside complete with boil, and there I was shaking my head tutting disapprovingly. Actually being in a wheel chair does have either the advantage or disadvantage of being eye level to a blokes midriff. Also a real disadvantage is if someone sneezes in close proximity I get the full force of it in my face because people sneeze downwards, lovely, thank goodness for wet wipes. I bought some dairy lea cheese triangles for no other reason than they were on offer and therefore a bargain. Sue bought packets upon packets of biscuits because they were half price. But the clincher has to be, i bought a people's friend for Penny and i found myself getting engrossed in the content? What, what is happening? I can't imagine what I would have been like if I had reached seventy or eighty years. Still, we got home to a have nice cup of tea. I met a friend today outside my house, great to see her although became uncomfortable after asking how was I. I really don't mind that question and I have good and bad days the same as everyone else, so please ask. night xxx