It has suddenly dawned on me. 2.5 years ago I planned to move to our little country house with Veg plot. Suddenly my farm was sold and my youngest daughter married in the same month. After 7 years of restoration we could actually and at last move into that house out of malaga (State) and into Granada (State). It was great, hard but great, and for the first time I was growing my own veg. Then we realisied we just could not cope so far away from our support network. The cold was too cold and the heat (up to 45.50) somedays!
We had to rent an apartment, and after a year we have changed to another apartment rental. Life has shrunk, but so has my ability to cope. It's a hard pill to swollow. Knowing your too old to do anything you have always enjoyed. I cannot even go near a horse or mule. I justcannot move fast enough!
I walk my dog twice a day (if health allows) and play computer games. That's pretty much it. It all seemed to happen/change so quickly, but it has.
People now give me a chair before the ladies get one. Women offer me their seats on trains and buses. So this is being old!