Tuesday, February 23, 2010

70's here I come

Kirsty had a stranded duck at the bottom of her garden this morning. It had fallen short of reaching its destination...a lake nearby. It was frozen solid in a block of ice which began life as a puddle, and has been trapped all day because Kirsty had to rush off to work. I'm looking forward to see how it all panned out.

Karen's husband left for work and took the house and car keys with him...HER house and car keys. She managed to get out of the house and a friend brought her to work. She hasn't had a bad word to say about him all day.

Life is so unpredictable and you just never know what's going to happen next.

I was thinking about this when my mobile rang and a frantic voice that I recognise as Bev informed me that her mum had rang to say her ceiling was turning into an ugly wet colour and that perhaps there was a leak in the loft. Great!

When I arrived to investigate, there was indeed unwelcome signs of water and I feared the worst as I dragged myself, torch in hand, through the loft hatch.

It wasn't the burst pipe I was expecting but an overflow pipe which I'd forgotten to extend to the outside when I built the extension. Bev adjusted the ball-cock in the bathroom and I wriggled through the hatch with a smile.

I've never been happier even though I have to make good a ceiling.

Yes, you just never know what will happen next and you know what, I like it that way...keeps me from stagnating, unless of course it's really bad news.

I learned today of a survey which indicates men are happiest in their 70's. I like surveys like that....don't know why.


  1. I also read a statistic that says the suicide rate for men creeps up in their 70s. Now why would I want to go and write that downer? Sorry! There's another stat says married women live less time that non-married ones but married men live longer than unmarried ones. Gosh look what you've started. I've turned into Ms Stats (again)!

    The ceiling and the key type thing. I call them 'little life irritations' and I always think you just have to expect a few now and then! They punctuate the smooth running bits and keep you on your toes.

    Well - what a strange comment you drew from me there.

  2. I would make an add-on and say that I love being in my sixties. Now I can be whatever I want to be, eccentric or otherwise! And I love the unexpected happening - makes life interesting and keeps one on one's toes. However, one must resist the temptation to 'stay safe' and not make changes in one's life. That, I find, is the only downside to being of this respectable age. As you say, rolling with the unexpected stops one from stagnating.

  3. Thanks Molly P, now I've really got something to look forward to. I don't think I get so down that an ice-cream or a brisk walk can't put right, so unless the great outdoors disappears, I'm fairly safe...I hope.

    Hi Vera
    Good for you. Thankfully I change things around so much that there's little chance of stagnating. I can't see myself changing in the final third all of a sudden.