When your daughter offers to buy you a particular labour/electricity saving device, you remonstrate, as would feel old, hearing, “but Mum, you ARE old!” gasp, was big shock.
When you stand at the foot of the almost vertical steps at London Bridge which in their former number you would have plodded up, now resignedly choosing the escalator.
Bounding on the bus to be asked ‘got your pass, luv?’
The assumption that at my age I dye my hair, ( I don’t)
When you have an Account Health Check at a city bank, interviewed by a 23? year old in a cheap suit who (why?) addresses you as though you are ESN, so that you want to exposulate with - not just - I was conducting bank accounts before you were born, but, before your Parents were born! but refrain from this, say thank you, leave. My younger self would possibly had ripped his smirking head off.
Being told to please stop saying “I remember when…” as it makes me sound like Methusaleh’s mother (when I am thinking they could learn something…)
When we are happy to reverse this situation, to suit the moment, or circumstance.
When you are at daughter’s house, had a lovely soak in the bath which is a treat, then floundering around as you can’t get out. This was funny the first time.
Feeling nervous stepping out of the over bath shower as there is only a window ledge to cling on to. Fear of slipping, falling smashing teeth, breaking a bone, increases exponentially with age.
Feeling the cold more as we don’t move as fast as we used to.
Not being able to thread a needle, read instructions on the side of jars or packets,
forgetting people’s names, start using expressions your mother or gran used!
Wet hair pulled straight, at the hairdressers and your mother looking back at you.
When someone is describing a person to you and says, she is your age, later learning she is actually the same age as your mother. (26 years older)
The best one is when no one official asks to see proof that you are over sixty anymore, railpass, Oyster, whatever. I have asked, do you want to see my pass, to be assured, “No you’re alright, luv” Oh, ok. Officially Old.