Sunday, 28 February 2016

Happy Birthday, Flaxen Saxon


The dreaded day has arrived: Today, I'm 60. No big deal you say, just a number. But whatever way we parcel it up, I'm officially old, or am I? I write this from the comfort of my bed. My wife is preparing a cooked breakfast- breakfast in bed. I can't recall the last time this happened: Bacon, sausage, eggs and pigs pudding. Not a healthy concoction admittedly; hey I've made it thus far, so I must be doing something right. Later today my daughter, her partner and my granddaughter will be joining us for a BBQ. Sadly my son won't be with us as he is working in Perth, Western Australia.

As the hackneyed old phrase goes: ''If I'd known I was going to live this long I would have looked after myself better''. Actually, I'm not too bad. Still have all my hair and teeth and I'm reasonably fit, for my age. I'm going to have to get used to that expression: 'for my age'.

I dare say, later in the day, I'll crack open a couple of cold beers.........

God grant me the senility
to forget the people I never liked anyway,
the good fortune to run into the ones I do,
and the eyesight to tell the difference.



  1. You are too old to be a Grumpy Old Man. That video definitely states "35 to 54"

    At least we were spared the song. Go on. Play it again. You know you want to:

    I can remember the last my wife brought me a cooked breakfast in bed. Never.
    "Think of the mess" says she. "Just look at the mess you make with a bit of toast at the kitchen table."

    Anyhow, I've not got time to banter with a drunken old fart - I'm off to paint the lounge wall. Happy days. NOT...

    1. Yes, I'm well aware of the age limit but couldn't find coherent comment from older folk. I wonder why?

  2. Happy Birthday FS
    For amusement, see Raedwald's site, as he has had quite enough of the new troll and limited him/her/it to one comment per post. That's one too many for my liking, but fair and libertarian.

    1. She flits from blog to blog like a gad-fly.

  3. they say 60 is the new 40.

    happy bloody birthday.

    1. They say you are as old as the woman you feel. That makes me......

  4. Birthday felicitations (belated) O elderly grizzled warrior of the interwebs - and other such nonsense.

    Now you're 60, it's time to take things a bit more in a manner appropriate to your advanced years:- namely, the purchase of one zippered cardigan, one pair of zippered (or velcro) tartan slipper-bootees, and it's time to start having a regular mug of Horlicks with a chocolate HobNob at bedtime (Two HobNobs are permitted on Sundays).

  5. Belated greetings. Never had breakfast in bed for my recent birthdays, but the family started a trend where we all go to a particular restaurant for a family celebration. It's become traditional for the birthday boy of girl to have one of those balloons tied to the chair with "I heart 29 or 53" or whatever the age is. For some reason, they wouldn't do it for me this time. It quite put a dampner on my 69th birthday!