I thought I would admit to forgetting to add a title to my last post, when announcing that I have published my E-book of short stories although it has now been amended. It must have been the glass of wine, I can’t drink like I used to when I was young (younger!) Very occasionally I do try but for some reason giggling alot, falling over and the odd song or two isn’t so cute when you are 50ish.
The most depressing thing about reaching fifty though, was receiving an leaflet about life insurance for the over fifty’s, no medical required. The advert suggests being able to contribute to your funeral costs. Oh happy days! The only message I can pass on to all of you young people is that it will be your turn one day to recieve such offers!