There is nothing like hearing a 30 something male news reporter saying that he tweets all the time, but is not yet 40, and most people who use social media this way are his age or younger etc etc, to get the ire and indignation up and working. A good start to any morning, never mind a cold and frosty winter one here in Middle England. I fired off a tweet to him saying something along the lines of excuse me I am 58 and use all forms of social media and I am perfectly normal and that he needed to catch up. I am delighted to say that he did reply and acknowledge that he did, indeed, need to catch up. 10/10 and a gold star, Stephen, for replying.
Picture Linds dusting off the hands here.
I am not good with stereotyping.
Somehow, I don't see me ever being a normal old lady. Mind you, no-one my sort of age matches any old stereotype. When last were the typical 50 somethings really looked at? No more twin set and pearls and permed hair and skirts and dresses only. Bring on the jeans and highlights and SOCIAL MEDIA and scroll saws. I will concede that the home, the crochet hooks the (unbelievably complex) sewing machines we use, the crafts and the gardens may be the same (yet also different). Isn't 50 supposed to be the new 30??
And they should have left the old tin opener as it was, and not tried improving it. The new ones are atrocious and do not open a thing.
Oh, if only the bones didn't creak so much! The mind may be young, but this body doesn't seem to have read the guide book properly.
I could go on about where are the jobs for the young qualified men and women, like David, when the old ones are told they have to work on forever. There is no natural replacement going on any more. I do object, however, to the young world leaders prescribing my life. They need to see what it is like to be 58 and coping with all the ***** that comes and see how easy it is.
Social media, on the other hand, is a doddle. I suppose that is because we stepped in at the start, and have been carried along with it as the years have gone by. And we keep learning and keep trying and so the mind stays young.
My mother has brown hair. She has never coloured it in her life. I had red/auburn hair. I have needed highlights to disguise the white since I was in my 40s. That is not fair. Those genes went AWOL.
Oh yes - get this all you foreign people...... a day or two after our parliament voted to restrict increases in any benefits to 1% - that means for the disabled and the poorly paid as well as the ones out of work, they announced that they, THEMSELVES, needed AT LEAST a 32% pay rise. Their £65,000 basic salary is not enough. WHAT?????????
I foresee a revolution.
I have never seen £65,000 in my life. Or £35,000 come to think of it. Or £25,000 Or........
COME TO TEA, MR CAMERON and I will tell you a few home truths. I may even bake a cake. Oh yes, and bring Mr Clegg with you because I have MORE than enough to tell him too. In fact, bring the whole cabinet and I will deliver a state of the nation address which will shake you all in your boots.
Just remember to wear a warm jumper, coat and scarf, because heating is very expensive and my house is cold. But I do have enough recession heaters for you all.
Do you think they will reply?
I think not. And now that I have got all hot and bothered, I can take off the scarf and gloves and relax in my rocking chair.
Carrot cake. I think I will make them a carrot cake. (Sorry, Tigger!)