A post from six years ago and I still haven't come to grips with the crochet hook.
I've been thinking about this Senior Citizen thing coming up next March and it seems I should be making some lifestyle changes.
I say to Bert,
Later on, as we breakfast on boiled eggs and toasted wheaten bread I say,
Cheeky bugger.
I say to Bert,
When I'm an Old Age Pensioner I am going to have ROUTINES. For instance, I'll always go shopping on one particular day. And I'll start liking Marie biscuits.
Oh yes?
And I'll have a regular shampoo and set and wear lilac cardigans and suede sandals from Hotter.
Uh-huh.
I'll watch the soaps, Emmerdale and Coronation Street.
You should.
I'll start going to church.
Really?
Oh yes. And Daniel O'Donnell will be my new favourite singer and I may even learn to perform a gentle jive.
You're on your own with that one.
I'm taking up crochet. I'll make crocheted blankets for my even older friends.
Good idea.
Later on, as we breakfast on boiled eggs and toasted wheaten bread I say,
Another thing. When I'm an OAP I shall eat like a bird. Old people do that.
What?
What do you mean, what? How come you were able to accept all the other stuff I might do and not that I could become a light eater?
Well. I could see you having a regular shampoo and set and starting to crochet but I can't imagine you ever losing your appetite.
Cheeky bugger.
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