Liz sat drinking her oat milk latte, and seeing her reflection in the cafe window sighed. This is not how I imagined my retirement, my face all puffy and pale from the medications I had been prescribed. After an active job I had felt prepared for the future, but my body had other ideas it had decided. Diabetes, high blood pressure, high cholesterol had suddenly appeared, although I was told they had been on their radar for years!!
Having lost the ability to wear stilettos, I reluctantly admitted defeat and replaced them with sensible shoes. I loved my old shoes even kept my favourites, just in case, trying them on now and again but usually ended up going ass over tit .
Walking around the town I had become a meerkat passing bakeries, fast food shops, even our local Greggs, all showing the food I could no longer have, my head swivelling, trying to avoid the temptations. I will admit to sneaking chocolate brownies into my shopping now and again.
Needing glasses to see and read, hearing aid still in its pouch, I refuse to acknowledge it even if I end up having a different conversation from the one my friends are talking about. It’s actually a standing joke with them all.
Giving my head a shake, no point in moaning, I can still totter about and have a reasonably sane mind. Well I think I do. Everyone tells me am lucky. At the end of the day I refuse to admit defeat, and will keep tottering around doing my own thing .
