Views From My Allotment: don't let the old in

You know you’re getting old when you start attending more funerals than weddings. Becoming invisible prior to death is something that really shocked me. Why do older people become invisible? It’s not because we disappear, but it’s to do with society’s bias towards valuing youth. Visibility focuses on youthful bodies,…

Look, I didn’t sign up to grow old gracefully. I’m here to grow old loudly, messily, and with just enough chaos to keep everyone on their toes. Graceful is for ballerinas and swans—not for someone who just Googled, “Can you sprain a hip by sneezing?” Aging gracefully means sipping tea…

I glided through my 50s soaring through the festivities of freedom, oblivious to my own ticking time bomb. But as I hit the big 6-0, suddenly my ears perked up whenever I heard about famous people kicking the bucket, and, most crucially, the age at which they cashed in their…

I nearly spat out my broccoli when I realised I was tipping the scales into the realm of obesity! Seriously, who knew the line between “healthy” and “chubby” was thinner than a wafer thin mint? Blame it on BMI, the sneaky little judge of our body’s mass shenanigans. Apparently, if…

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…