"The Injustice of it all."

   Well, I know we all maybe come to that stage in our life.

   But how cruel when you are feeling poorly.

  You are reminded of your age.

  When some small wee thing, asks in all innocence.

  "Could you move Old Lady."
  
  She is still on the Christmas list, only by the skin of her her little
 
white molars.

  Then on the same day someone asks if I require a pensioner

 discount. Well, that person is off the christmas list. Even when

they when they weren't even on it, in the first place.
 


 I can still swing a shovel, push a barrow, dig a garden bed with the

 best of them.

  So I am not Old, gardeners don't get old, maybe a little wilted, but

definetly not old.