And a big thanks to the chicky babe at the cash register at the local health food store - no I did not have me seniors' card with me!!!!

I merrily head out to the shops yesterday, feeling mighty fine in my glorious 'patio outfit' circa 1950-something. It is gorgeous. A royal blue skirt, cotton - full - with tiers - and decorated in pale cream ricrac. It has a lovely elegance and swing to it, and a matching fitted top. I teamed it with a little tight fitting cream cardigan decorated in blue lovehearts, dotted occasionally red, and snappy red sling backs. Nice, I thought. It's my 20 wedding anniversary today. Nice to look nice.

Into the health food shop I go, find my glace cherries for the little choc cherry cakes I plan to make and - there she blows - did I have my senior's card with me. Like a kick in the solar plexus I deflate and stare at her incredulously - I am 45, not 65! But hey, she says, lots of people look really good for their age. Or some, incredibly bad I retort and flounce out of the shop.