Posted by Mr.D.
Picking up on the redoubtable Lyle’s superb earlier post about ageism, I confess that I am Growing Old Disgracefully.
At the recent barbecue for my 50th, I had to be prematurely put to bed while the party raged on outside.
I blamed it on the stress of worrying about whether the weather would hold (it did, of course) as I might have to cook in the garage (only joking, firefighter people!).
I also fell on the excuse of having had to cater single-handedly (well, Mrs.D. did help a bit) for 20 people, ensuring that the burgers were leathered at exactly the same time as the sausages were reaching cremation-stage.
I claimed I was emotionally over-charged by having all of my closest friends around me.
Mrs.D. blamed it on the vodka shots I was doing with my son and his mates, who’d come round for the free booze.