Wine, Willies and My Golden Years

Fewer and fewer people can be bothered to go to an actual shop, buy an actual card, write an actual greeting, slip it into an actual envelope, write an actual address, stick on an actual stamp and pop it into an actual post box. When I say it like that it does like a bit of a palaver, doesn’t it? Instant messages, instantly sent on instant social media is the modern way. I’m fine with that. I do it too. I’m a thoroughly modern Millie. But who would deny the pleasure of a dull slap on the mat when the postie’s been?

It was my birthday recently; nothing special – just another year closer to the edge. A few of my nearest and dearest did bother to go to an actual shop, buy an actual card, write an actual greeting, slip it into an actual envelope, write an actual address, stick on an actual stamp and pop it into an actual post box. And what actual theme emerged? Wine, willies and my golden years. As the old nursery rhyme goes…

 And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

That’ll be me, then.

Birthday Card Collage

6 thoughts on “Wine, Willies and My Golden Years

  1. never gets any easier – J and I banned birthdays along with christmas many yonks ago so any day is good for giving it one and enjoying a rakı as well! ‘Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen, And keep your eyes wide the chance won’t come again, And don’t speak to soon for the wheels still in spin . . blah, blah, blah!’ Keep on truckin’ fella!

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  2. I’m guilty. I’m afraid it’s a sign of the times, and the next generation will simply think it was a quaint old-fashioned custom. I recently saw a funny video of a few teenagers trying to make a phone call with a rotary phone. They had no clue, never figured out you had to lift the receiver before dialing the number. It was funny!

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