Having two middle aged parents gives a unique and far to early veiw into the higher ages, and let me tell you this its a rough road of telephones, hair loss and goodbyes.
My Mother, whose age is a number unkown to humans, seems to be obbsessed with ringing people, over every little thing, like for example, last week my mum needed to lend some milk, now we live near an auntie of mine, in fact I say near, let's just say if we shout she hears thats how close we live, so my mum says to me: "Ring Auntie Sharon, to ask about milk" To which I responded by standing at the gable end of my house and shouting we needed milk, and lo and behold my auntie turns up within 6.7 seconds withs some milk.
My Dad, however lost something different thatn his sanity (although my mother never had any) he instead lost his hair. This is a great laugh for me as I have a big head of hair, but inevitably in 30 years time I'll be the one with a combover.
And finally, this applies to everyone in my family over 18 saying goodbye takes a good 50 years. This is because of the impulse to say goodbye every time the other one says it, so when a relative visits our house, the word goodbye is mentioned about 50,000000 times. I'm not looking forward to thirty thats for sure.
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