I Remember Opal Fruits

ForgetfulnessThe surest sign of ageing is forgetfulness. I may have mentioned this before – I can’t remember – but there are certainly things that I forget to remember.

Like a post about the signs of ageing that I meant to write over a week ago, but it completely slipped my mind. Apparently there are lots of other ways that nature uses to warn you of your creeping decrepitude.

Engage Mutual published a ‘study’ last week that purports to list the fifty sure fire signs of ageing. It was really just a gimmick to get free publicity for their over-50s insurance products and you have to say it worked a treat in that respect.

I won’t list all of them – you’ll find a link to an online test later – but most are pretty obvious and others plain silly which I suppose is what you might expect if you simply ask 2,000 what they think the signs are.

Fennings Little HealersTalking to people who don’t know what an Opal Fruit is is one of them. But then my kids have never experienced pea-souper fog, black and white tv, Fennings Little Healers or sweet tobacco.

Groaning when you bend down is one I can identify with. For me the sure sign of ageing is when you go ‘ooof!’ whenever you sit down, stand up or anything else vaguely strenuous.

Forgetting people’s names would be high up on my list too, but I’m not sure that is necessarily a symptom of growing old – I’ve had this uncanny knack of being able to forget people’s name withing seconds of being introduced ever since I was a child.

The ArchersSimilarly listening to The Archers which is number thirty on the list. Yes I do tune in to the omnibus edition every week, but then I have done since I was comfortably in my middle-age.

The things on the list that don’t apply to me include falling asleep in front of the tv, needing an afternoon nap, wearing my glasses round my neck, drinking sherry, obsessive gardening and I most definitely have not joined the Women’s Institute.

All in all I managed to score a ‘don’t panic’ 21 out of 50 in the online test. Try it yourself.

Nobody’s prefect. If you find any spelling mistakes or other errors in this post, please let me know by highlighting the text and pressing Ctrl+Enter.

6 comments… Add yours
  • Trevor Rowley 28th June 2013

    When I was in gainful employment, I functioned as a one man encyclopedia. Generally seen as the “elder statesman” in the office (I eventually became the longest serving employee by a long way), my colleagues constantly badgered me for advice, encouragement, phone numbers, travel directions, extracts of legislation, names and addresses, departmental procedures etc. Once I reached retirement and put these work-related matters behind me, I was horrified how quickly I “lost” all that baggage from my memory. Now, I just accept that I no longer have much use (if any) for it so what would be the point of keeping it “on tap?” No longer the “coiled spring” I might have been then, I’m now more than happy to use my memory to dip into for those often funny (and occasionally sad) reminiscences of yesteryear.

  • Jerusalem Pudding 28th June 2013

    Okay you may not have joined the Women’s Institute but I will bet that you have peered in through the window on winter nights, grunting and rubbing your thighs with glee!

  • Jennyta 28th June 2013

    My score was 16 but, having said that, I couldn’t say I had changed from Radio 1 to 2 because I went straight to Radio 4 years ago. 😉

  • John g 28th June 2013

    Makes me morn for a childhood walnut whip


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