I’m interested to know if there was an exact moment the many Echonetdaly reader/retirees realised that old age was arriving.
For me it was the day twenty years ago (when I was 63) that I hurried down to a farmers’ market to meet friends and suddenly noticed that I wore a slipper on one foot and a shoe on the other.
Nobody commented, sneered, looked perplexed, asked a question or even blinked. But I was surprised.
Is old age often recognised in a moment or does it always just creep up on us?
Cecily Dynes, Federal
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