I've just turned 61, and I started doing pilates and seeing a personal trainer in January, with the aim of preventing things like pulled back muscles etc. I do a lot of cycling and work part-time as a sub-editor, neither of which are especially back-friendly pursuits.When I was in my 20s, I took a washing machine to my girfriend's mothers house.
When I collected it, I squatted down, wrapped my arms around it and in one fell swoop lifted it in through the side door of the van.
I got arm ache the other day, holding an onion up for 5 seconds while checking the quality of it.
I love the way my Mrs says "sausage" in her Norfolk accent. It's "Sharshudge". In the same way some people get a bit turned on by the French accent, the way she says sausage just does it for me.Just recently I put my back out, resulting in three days of agony and multiple medications, due to the stupid and violent act of... pointing at something on the floor of the lounge.
I am 54 this year. My wife (who is 41) found this hilarious.
On the subject of older people saying weird stuff, my mum (who is 81, but was about 75 at the time) was discussing various fortean topics with my kids when they were younger. She expressed her hope that "they never find Nessie, because they will kill it, stuff it, and put it in a museum". She followed up with- "and I'll tell you what else I hope they never catch... the sausage. No! I mean 'sasquatch'!"
Needless to say, to this day "hairy man beasts" are, in my family, "sausages".
There was only one thing I hated more than Hay getting Brownmane, and that was chaff cutting...Oh, and one other thing comes to mind. Going for a swim in the irrigation canals and getting chased out out of the water by eastern browns.I'm 60, just. I have coworkers who are early 30's to early 40's who will sit and complain -to me! - that they are too sore to do (fill in the blank) at work.
My job is fairly strenuous with pushing wheelchairs and using mechanical lifts and bringing in groceries but we don't lift heavy things nor run marathons.
My mid back and lateral back muscles are usually sore because of the mostly upper body work, but rarely do I ever sit and say that I'm too sore to work.
I can't imagine how these people will cope at twice their ages.
I did grow up on a dairy farm and had strenuous work and some heavy lifting so I have some strength left. I hated mowing away hay. Some of those bales were probably close to 70 lbs. I'm not very tall so trying to lift them above my shoulders to stack them was a feat.
And Long may it continue Swifty!I love the way my Mrs says "sausage" in her Norfolk accent. It's "Sharshudge". In the same way some people get a bit turned on by the French accent, the way she says sausage just does it for me.
Sharsage.And Long may it continue Swifty!
A mere youth I wish I was 62 again.I'm 62 and on an armful of medications. I'm the most unfit person on the planet.
I've repeatedly been told I look 10 years younger than my age, which I put down to being a lazy bastard.
Mind you, my face has aged a bit in the last 3 years... but it's nothing that a 'mini facelift' couldn't sort out.
My father fought in WW1 (OK Mum was his second wife, and he was in his 50s when I was born) Royal Fusiliers in time for Operation Michael in 1918. Mum was conscripted into the ATS in WW2.Well, I feel old when I hear about people saying their parents were born during WW2.
My parents fought in WW2.
Plus, being able to spend more time with Dave must be a blessing for you.My state pension kicks in this month - whoopee. I've been retired for nearly 7 years now, had enough of working beside young people who thought they knew it all then when I retired they demanded that management ask me to come back and do some training because they felt I hadn't shown them what to do... funny that as the usual response had been "There's nothing you can teach us we don't already know.". My reply to the invite to do some training consisted of two words
I had my annual medical a month ago and passed - I'm a healthy physical wreck.
I've never really felt old... until I saw this!
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Dave's been in the huff with me for years - ever since he found out I was retired. "Sheer laziness!" according to 59-year-old Dave who left school at 16 and has worked less than 3 years in total since then.Plus, being able to spend more time with Dave must be a blessing for you.
You've got to admire his dedication though.Dave's been in the huff with me for years - ever since he found out I was retired. "Sheer laziness!" according to 59-year-old Dave who left school at 16 and has worked less than 3 years in total since then.
One of our little group once said, "When you think about it, Dave is the only one of us who ever achieved his ambition - to sit on his arse all day looking at porn."You've got to admire his dedication though.
Actually, I bet he had to work very hard at being so workshy!
Dave is living the dream.One of our little group once said, "When you think about it, Dave is the only one of us who ever achieved his ambition - to sit on his arse all day looking at porn."
Ditto...I wonder if I was as Naive as present day kids when I was 25?Well, I feel old when I hear about people saying their parents were born during WW2.
My parents fought in WW2.
Now that is spooky Stormkahn.Fortean Strangeness:
When my dad was in the closing years of the war, he was in a P.O.W working party in slate mines. One time he was chipping away and a sliver hit his right hand, embedding itself in the 'web' between his thumb and forefinger. Camp M.O. dug it out, cleaned the wound and gave him a stitch, leaving a half inch scar.
Over twenty years later, I was born ... with a half inch scar in the webbing of the thumb and forefinger of my right hand.
Go figure.