Why Am I So Old?

I suppose getting an allotment is considered the epitome of over mature. I like to think I took up all things green for exercise, silence, fresh air and vegetables that aren’t soaked in chemicals, but it can be an expression of age, and possibly loneliness.

I feel that Covid robbed me of two years, which I could ill afford to lose as I approach retirement age. No chance of getting that back. But the years pass so quickly, if I think of an event, I calculate how long ago it was, then I think what age I’ll be in that time in the future. It’s shocking, what seemed like yesterday turns out to be 5 years ago, and in 5 years from now I’ll probably be hobbling up the stairs and wearing Tenor Lady.

So, whilst inspecting the courgettes, which look more like marrows to me, I really must keep better notes about the seeds I plant, I decided that if I don’t find the life I want I’ll spend the remaining years struggling with the life I don’t want.

It seems obvious, but I felt that conclusion made by the courgettes was rather profound.