I don’t like change for one thing, at least I don’t like change that I haven’t initiated. No apologies for this. I believe that once we reach a certain stage in life, when we are acknowledged as Elders, we know what we like. More importantly, we know what we don’t like.
I don’t like my basket being moved, I don’t like my blanket suddenly stripped from the bed and forced through a washing machine till it comes out smelling of soap. Yuk. Who wants to smell soap? Who wants to smell like soap?
I don’t like my diet being at the whim of some uncaring Vet. I’m used to my gently poached chicken, my diced salmon and the occasional carefully coddled egg. I don’t want to hear about “necessary economies”.
And I don’t like my blog changed without consultation! Too late now, I don’t care how often the woman who feeds me apologises.
Sometimes I think the world is moving way too fast for me.