Do we all have the occasional negative thought that, once we reach a certain age, we are only good for the scrapheap? I guess super-beings who are constantly positive don't.
I admit I've had them from time to time. Thankfully not often, I always manage to remember a couple of things I can still do as well as ever I could.
But this evening as I swept the last of the muffin crumbs off the floor (all over the house I might add, including under my bed, after I'd told them to sit at the table and eat) I reminded myself I'm not ready for the scrap heap just yet. I'd successfully entertained four youngsters, two grandchildren and two little friends, helped them bake muffins and played Nanny McFee with them. I think Nanny McFee is the Nanny on one of those shows where Super Nanny comes into a home to tame out of control children. I can tell you, Nanny McFee had her work cut out when four of them were doing a wonderful imitation of the worst kids they have ever seen on TV. They love it!
I wonder if they take as much notice of well behaved children they see on TV. Or maybe they don't see enough of them. I'll keep my opinion to myself about most of the shows I've seen, I suspect they are supposed to be comedies, depicting smart arsed, mouthy youngsters.
This afternoon I called in to meet up with the man I am going to be house-sitting for from mid-July to mid-October. There is a lovely stream at the bottom of the garden with a waterfall which you can hear from the house. Can't wait to explore the stream and have fresh pastures for taking photos. Oh, and fifteen minutes less to drive to work each day.
Life is good. Not ready for the scrapheap yet, by jove.
PS By jove is a very British expression, of you aren't familiar with it, just look it up here.