A reader who signs her card Grandparent, has sent me a copy of a reflective composition about getting older. It takes the form of a letter to a friend:
“I have become older since I last saw you. A few changes have come into my life. Frankly, I have become a frivolous old woman. I am seeing six gentlemen each day.
“As soon as I wake up, Will Power helps me out of bed. Then it's off to see Jimmy Riddle. I have breakfast with Mr Kellogg followed by the refreshing Mr Tetley, or my other friend who I know only as PG. Then comes someone I don't like at all: Arthur Itis. He knows he's not welcome but stays all day. Even then he doesn't stay in one place, taking me from joint to joint. After such a hectic day, I am glad to go to bed (and with Johnnie Walker, too).
“I will close now and hope that Will Power is your constant companion, too. Just make sure his friend Emma Royde does not creep up on you from behind, and watch out for the crafty one, Gerry Atrick.”
As has been said many times, you don't stop laughing because you grow old; you grow old because you stop laughing.
