So, here I am back at the blog. For over a week I found myself in what can only be described as an ‘alternative universe’, one where someone asks you the same question over and over again (is that a kind of torture?) and another wants to start political conversations (so, why is the BBC biased about XYZ?) at midnight. Ah, I shouldn’t make a joke of it really. My dad (87) had a cataract operation which made it difficult for him to care for my step-mum (83) who has dementia, so I stayed for a week. He is already losing his sight so we hoped this op might improve things but the jury is still out. They are lovely but I am exhausted! I have nothing but praise for full-time carers, what stars they all are.
Talking of age, am I the only person who gets irritated by the adverts or articles which refer to the ‘over 50’s’ and then show images of much older people who clearly haven’t seen 50 for about 25 years or more? I guess it's because to the embryos in the ad agencies, anyone over 45 looks the same. I am over 55 (don’t ask!) but none of this stuff is the least bit relevant to either me or to my contemporaries. We do not partake in sequence dancing wearing stout shoes and a polyester dress – puleez! Can you imagine my (1970’s) generation in the care homes all singing along to Donna Summer’s Hot Stuff instead of the bl**dy White Cliffs of Dover and doing the Bump instead of the Quick Step? Should be a laugh for sure!
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