Words from a Bird

 'That's the problem when you turn sixty', spouted the husband last week. 'Oh yes?'  I replied with some caution. 'Yours arms get shorter and you can't reach your feet to get your socks on any more'. Tempted though I was to suggest that it might be the stomach getting in the way, I agreed that getting older wasn't much fun.  In fact, if someone had told me what it would entail, I probably would have said something along the lines of, '...no, you're alright.  I'll stay as I am, thank you'. As my sixtieth birthday is also this year, I made the momentous decision that I was fed up of the way I look.  The problem with being retired is that your daily dress code becomes very boring.  For me, it seems that jeans, striped t-shirt and walking boots have been my dress code for the past six months, topped off with a jaunty pink bobble hat and various mismatched socks and gloves. I was out shopping with son number two a month or so ago, and as i