How old?

I went to see Mum and Dad today.

I took Mum to the garden centre and on the way – I don’t remember why – she asked how old she is.  I am utterly rubbish when it comes to peoples ages; my nephew, niece, friends, children of friends, Mr R, my own… are almost all complete mysteries to me.  So I really wasn’t the best person for her to ask.

I asked if she knew what year she was born – nope.  But then I (thought I) remembered that she was thirty when she had me and as it’s only just over a month since my birthday I knew I was 47.  ‘You’re 77 Mum!’ I informed her, quite proudly as…well, see above.

You need to know that these days Mum gets VERY grumpy, VERY fast.  There are a lot of eggshells around, only sometimes you don’t have a clue that it’s a moment where you need to tread gently.

‘I. Am. Not.’ She said slowly.

I explained the foolproof  way I’d worked it out and she laughed in a ‘you’re being an idiot’ sort of way that only your Mum can do so perfectly that you promptly doubt whatever you just said or did.  ‘Don’t be stupid, you’re not 47; you’re in your thirties.’ She informed me.

Lordy, I wish.  (Well, part of me wishes…).

There was an abrupt change of subject and I assumed that I’d totally unintentionally stomped all over those eggshells. We went and bought plants and had coffee and was right with the world again.  Mostly.

When I took her home I checked with Dad.  It turns out that Mum was 29 when she had me, making her 76, not 77.

And it turns out that was absolutely fine with her….

I’m still unsure how old she thinks anyone else is though, so that’s now formally marked up as an eggshell topic.

On the upside, my Mum thinks I’m around 20 years younger than I am and I’ll take that.  And maybe I’ll take her to the opticians next time I visit… :o)

And here is Norman, almost thirteen years old and proving that age is just a number and you can pretend to be a shoe however old or young you are.

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8 Responses to How old?

  1. David Wood says:

    We also find it difficult to remember ages and struggle to believe that something happened so long ago when it seems like yesterday!! Hope you are all well? David

    • thepogblog says:

      I feel exactly the same way too! I’m very well, thank you. Lots of love to you and Mrs W xxx

      • David says:

        Thank you. It would be great to meet up at some time when you are able. Hope you’re enjoying married life? We have just celebrated 50 years!! Xx

      • thepogblog says:

        Wow! Congratulations – that is amazing! We’re almost at 1 year (and I am loving being a Mrs). I will plan out a visit to see my parents where I can divert your way on the way home. I don’t tend to plan too far in advance as it depends on work, but I will shout as soon as I can and hopefully we’ll make it work :) x

      • David says:

        Great. Look forward to seeing you when it all works out. Xx

  2. Sacha says:

    This was so lovely as always…also the first blog of yours I have received in forever!! Just wondering if I’m actually missing them or are they somewhat sporadic? Totally fine of course if they are but would like to see more-I enjoy my eyes leaking @ 6:30am!! (With laughter as well as tears ) ❤️

    • thepogblog says:

      Aw, thank you for reading them. The posts have been (very!) sporadic, but I have missed writing them so have mentally committed to making more effort. There’s a couple of recent ones if you scroll back, but that’s when my efforts started. I love that you are still there reading; thank you. x

      • Sacha says:

        Ah ok well please don’t stop because I enjoy reading them immensely! But I totally understand that you are extremely busy-looking forward to the next 😘

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