I had a phone call today from an old friend, I don't have any young ones. She moved away about 1980 and married well to produce a family in the Midlands. How many memories were brought back, how many names, how many times did she slap me down just like in the old days!
It was good to remember how life was back then. The people all moved on, life is like that, yet she has retained many friends from that time. The thing is she, was a woman that attracted men. I remember one young lass complaining to me that while she was attractive, when my friend entered the room all the men gathered around her, not the attractive one. This is true and it was because of her personality, strong, friendly and very capable, that men were drawn to her. I was not drawn to her at all at first, not until she brought me a word from the Lord one day which changed my life. We then used to meet on a Monday night and spend the evening discussing the others in the church, and mostly laughing!
Once she moved away we lost contact, which I now regret, and older, possibly wiser, and certainly less healthy, she has kidney troubles, we connected immediately and she began to bully me in the old ways. Some things never chanage with women.
For many getting older means less people. Retirement means no daily contact with work colleagues, no transport there and back. Often old men alone will sit and mope, not bothering to get out to meet folk. Some die this way. Unhealthy people are often trapped inside, alone and bored, unless they get on the internet and seek a life out there. Some just sit and watch dead TV all day and die anyway. The best old people are those that keep working when they can. An ex- serviceman died this week, he was 109. He had been working at the Foodbank until he was 100. An 89 year old referee was refereeing matches still, children's games maybe but still working. It is when you stop, lose interest that you die.
Of course whe phoned ona Saturday afternoon when the football was on and had been forbidden to do so. That shows the type of woman she is. I've spent ages trying to catch up.


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