The Joy of Age

If you’ve read “The Secret”, then you’ll know we have to be very careful about what we think about and who we associate with. After the Probus lunch yesterday I seem to have aged ten years.

But on the other hand, that does have it’s uses. I went shopping in Ipswich – which is always an opportunity to give out lots of cards. Obviously it doesn’t do to just hand them out willy-nilly. People are going to take far more notice of them if they think you’ve singled them out for a reason.

And since I have four children, I tend to notice people with children. So usually it goes something like this: “I see you have children. I’m going to give you this. We have four ourselves and this has absolutely rescued us and our finances. I don’t how you’re doing but have a look.”

But today I kept on noticing men with grey hair. So instead it was: “Excuse me but we seem to be of a similar sort of age … I don’t mean to be rude … but give or take a year…
“Look, I’m going to give you one of these because this absolutely rescued me and my finances. Have a look. “

Now, while the mothers tended to hurry on ( mothers are always in a hurry) the old men would stop.

And what I found was that at least half of them peered at the card and, of course, without their reading glasses, they had no idea what it said. So then I was able to add: “If it’s any help I can tell you what it’s all about – takes me about 30 seconds. D’you want to hear it?”

So obviously, getting to talk to the six today was a doddle. Getting two appointments with the mobile shop while on the way into town was just a bonus!