My personal trainer (oh that sounds pretentious) is soon to start a class for the over-60s. I must admit I have hassled her over this, with pep talks about growing the business, extending her client base, and the splendid loyalty of older people once we find a regular activity that suits our needs. Truth is, … Continue reading A gym class for older exercisers
In which, despite a disheartening deterioration of the ageing body and some ill-judged wardrobe choices, I discover a salutary harmony between the front I present to the world and my subjective experience of a dislocated identity.
In which I notice with astonishment that I have many friends, and compare them to a trampoline.
Long read, written in 2015. In which I accidentally make three new friends and thereby diminish my chances of suffering from loneliness in old age. One goal of my boot camp for old age is to make at least two new friends this year and every year. Now why would I set myself such … Continue reading Make two new friends every year and dodge the loneliness trap
In which I look back over the relationship of Death and me, see a pattern, and get overly personal.