- Turning 60 is a joy
- Turning 60 is a terror
- Hurrah I get a bus pass
- and, I get free prescriptions
- My hair turns grey
- Lines appear around my mouth, eyes, arms…
- One more ripple of fat
- Fungal infections – no one warned me about fungal infections
- I feel sleepy
- I want to watch even more Murder she Wrote
- I go to the gym because I am terrified not to
- I don’t care if I fart in public
- I get scared about retiring
- I can’t drink much anymore
- I can’t eat anything anymore
- I have lots of energy in the morning
- I am wiped out in the evening
- I want to read more
- TV is no longer fun, interesting or engaging – except for Columbo or MsW
- I get scared when I think about the future
- I get even more scared when I think about the past
- I have moments where I wish I could do it all again
- I have moments when I wish Dignitas was allowed in the UK
- I fear that I may not see some people again
- I don’t have the energy to go see them
- I want to write but I hear my internal critic saying ‘its too late’
- I wonder if its too late to have an affair
- I wonder if my husband wonders if its too late to have an affair
- I am scared that my husband will go first
- I am scared that I will go first
- I wonder if there is a God
- I hope there is a God
- I wonder who to leave my money to
- What should I do with my jewellery, home, stuff
- Will the executors of my will read my diaries?
- Will they laugh or will they be angry?
- Will they find me in bed dead?
- Will I ever have fun again?
- Will I ever dance until midnight or later again?
- Will I have fun again
- I love my friends and I want to keep everything just as it is right now
- I want to write a book or three
- I want to write articles and have them published
- I want to make beautiful quilts and things out of fabric, paper and stuff
- I want colour in my home, clothes and life
- I want to see as much theatre as possible
- I want to be a good friend, wife, sister, aunt and great aunt
- I wish my nieces and nephews were more engaged in my life
- I am scared they don’t care about us
- I am scared that maybe I don’t care about them as I used to
- I wonder if I will ever see the Falkland Islands again
- I will make sure I see some of my friends from the Falklands again
- I wonder if I will travel to some of the places that inspire me and I’ve never visited
- I would like to be slim – just for a day
- Not giving a fuck about the small things is easier
- Caring and doing something about the big things really matters
- Having friends in our lives who really care about us is the only gift we need
- I am surprised how easily I slip into the role of carer
- I am more surprised by how easily my lovely, kind, beautiful husband allows it
- Maybe I think too much!Is 60 end of something or is it just the beginning?