I don’t feel old (although my favourite section of the newspaper has become “25 years ago today”), but I was a little dismayed this week to be invited to a couple of separate events at my local cinema.  One was the dementia friendly screening of  The Forgotten  Denial (with free tea and biscuits!) and the other was an invitation to to the Silver Surfer’s showing of Jackie.  But it’s true, officially I am an old, middle-aged person and I know this because I no longer have any desire to watch the television while lying on the floor. The positive aspect of this getting older malarkey is that I actually derive great enjoyment from drinking wine now, and I am capable of tasting the difference between a Gavi and a Pinot Grigio.  Luckily they are both in my fridge.


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