Babyboomers are go!

Take a look at this from the online Daily Telegraph today. Viagra is the most widely dispensed medication on Saga cruises. OK, just stop sniggering there at the back. Aside from the widely publicised medical risks for anyone with high blood pressure or heart problems taking Viagra, this story perhaps illustrates the outlook of a generation who grew up in such a rapidly changing world after the somewhat staid post-war fifties. We are the generation who broke the mould in many ways, as we were the ones who were launching ourselves on an unsuspecting society in the magic sixties. This was the age of the 'Pill' which, in itself, heralded fundamental changes in attitude and morality. Granted, the much trumpeted 'Swinging Sixties' complete with drugs, free sex and continuous partying was perhaps more in the mind than in reality throughout much of the country, but changes were afoot. For women, particularly, there were choices available in their lives and certainly, the argument can be made that these choices were the forerunner of women trying to 'have it all' and ending up exhausted and unfulfilled but at least they were no longer expected to assume the role of the little woman at home. We are the ones who have consistently pushed back the age boundaries over the years. 'Fifty is the new forty' soon became 'sixty is the new fifty' and we'll keep on doing it.
We refused to disappear into the invisibility of grey-haired middle age, we'll keep dying our hair, sporting our jeans and being just as outrageous as we want to be and we'll keep on doing it into the old age that we refuse to acknowledge.
And when the unthinkable does catch up with us, we'll be the ones organising chariot races in our wheelchairs - so there!

Early summer?

"Summer is here!" the weather forecaster proclaims. "Hottest May on record forecast!" say the headlines. The weather for the next few days, that is, the weekend and into next week, mark you, is set to be hot and dry and sunny.
Oh yeah? So would someone like to explain the wet stuff that's falling very forcefully outside chez Jennyta?
Back to the artificial tan, then. :(

Day tripper?

I was on my way to Chester yesterday, bowling along the A843 when, coming in the opposite direction, I spotted a green Routemaster double decker bus and, if the destination board were to be believed, it was on its way to Patchway.

A further coincidence is that Patchway, which is in Bristol, is quite near where I once lived as a child.

So this bus was going along the A483 to Patchway, Bristol. Taking the scenic route, obviously, and it might explain all the long, frustrating hours I spent in my youth waiting for non-appearing buses. They were late because they had gone via the A483!

Bombing down to Bristol

I've been on a quick visit to see Dad in Bristol, but now I'm home. The house was (fairly) spotless and tidy, the dishes had been washed. It just shows - he can do it when he has to..... except for bedmaking, apparently, and boy! I wouldn't like to have been in that bed when the Hunny Monster came, grabbed all the bedclothes in one handful and scattered them all around the bedroom.
He didn't seem to have noticed, though.