|Bill, with his cake|
Last weekend Joe and I went to a neighbour’s 100th birthday celebration. It was great. As you can see from the picture there was lots of wine and cake. Bill’s family, friends and neighbours were there to drink his health and wish him a happy birthday. Unfortunately, his wife died a few years ago, in her nineties too but sadly she didn’t reach her centenary.
On the day itself we (meaning neighbours) rushed to get a copy of the local newspaper because we knew a piece would be in it about Bill’s big day. Imagine my horror when it didn’t arrive. Not just me, the entire road – well, almost! My cleaning lady sent her husband out to get free copies from the local shop while I ranted until given one. It pays to rant sometimes, although in this case I needn’t have bothered – the paper arrived later that day, in time for us to see it before going to the party.
I didn’t get to see the birthday card from the Her Majesty the Queen or the letter from the Secretary of State for Work and Pensions but one of Bill’s sons read them out. The Queen, via her personal secretary, used to send a telegram but now sends a birthday card with a large photograph of herself on the front. I took in the news on a need-to-know-basis in case I ever get that far. I’d better not move house, just in case! Actually, I can’t imagine living to that age but good luck to those who do.
As a just-in-case the royal card didn’t arrive, Joe and I sent a special 100th birthday card with a note inside from the Royal family across the road. Us! Conceited lot, aren’t we?
Although it isn’t so, I always think of great ages as times of suffering with ill health but in our neighbour’s case, apart from one or two falls and poor eyesight, he is doing GREAT. His mind is still sharp and his memory isn’t bad either.
If that was to apply to all ageing folk I wouldn’t mind living it out. My memory is definitely on the wane so what it will be like in the future doesn’t bear thinking about. I overcome the problem by writing notes on and off the computer. If I write a note on the iphone it goes straight to my other gadgets courtesy of Cloud which is a terrific help. So instead of counting down – or should that be counting UP – I shall leave it to technology and the Queen to remind me when it’s time to celebrate.