It's Not the Age, it's the Mileage.
Why do I feel like I'm falling apart? My hip aches, my heels can have a real good go at making walking in the morning feel like hot coals and there are days when I could stand permanently like a pregnant woman (you know, hips out to the front, hands on my back, long-suffering face) because of my back. No, I don't take cod liver oil, yes I do take Evening primrose oil and, yes, I think I know what causes it. It's because I spend a portion of every week sat on little dinky chairs that are only 12 inches high. Somedays I feel like Gulliver, standing over a bunch of self-opinionated and bossy Lilliputians. Is it worth it? You betcha. My magic moment today (there is usually at least one) was having 50 little reception children hanging on to every word as I told the Naughtiest Story of All (with apologies to Dorothy Edwards!) from memory..... I love the fact that My Naughty Little Sister is still going strong after 50 years. We got the cd to listen to on holiday and it kept my 5,7 and 9 year olds chuckling. I have been raised on it... I was after all a naughty little sister..... and my Mum bought me a copy to keep in my classroom. She reckoned it was a story that transcended age, race and class. I love its nostalgia, its humour and its truth. The post war days when dolls broke if you dropped them, but got mended at the dolls hospital, the days when a pot of glue and a pair of scissors were the best entertainment and the pantomime had fairies drinking fizzy pop and eating toffee drops.