When I’m 64?

Whenever I think about going old and grey with the husband, the Beatles always pops into my head and makes me do a silly dance.  You know the song, everybody now sing with me….

When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four?

Now I know that age is just a number, that you can do anything you set your mind too at any age, that you can break barriers.  But what if you need a little help in your life to break those barriers.  That your body might be letting you down.

Years of running marathons (the husband, not I) is playing havoc with his knees at the tender age of 32, when he is 64, many years from now, he is a likely candidate for arthritis, which can be hugely debilitating as demonstrated in the Seconds Matter Campaign  where twins take on the challenge to show the difference between life with arthritis and life without with the aid of an arthritic stimulation suit.  The husband already creaks when he walks (yet he still runs marathons, I digress.) but he loves a bath to help relieve the aches and pains.  He is Chandler Bing.  In the bath episode if you remember that one?


Which got me thinking, when we eventually do buy our forever home and leave our expat life behind us, probably when we are 64 the rate we are going, will his knees hold out to get in a bath?  Or alongside the beautiful island in my kitchen are we going to have to head down to Premier Bathrooms for an original walk in bath?  Which I must say look pretty cool as they are deeper than a normal bath which means no cold knees (or other bits) sticking out as you soak away those aches and pains while reminiscing about your marathon days, with a bit of 80’s disco blaring out of the iPad.  Or whatever technology is available in 32 years times.  Still, I don’t think we will be up with the technology times, we still watch DVDs……

At least we will have a bath that we can climb into though right?

And he doesn’t have to worry, I will still need him, I will still feed him, when he’s 64.

*this is a collaborative post


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