... policemen looking younger, grey hairs, a body that looks as though it needs ironing....
Then there's the problem of glasses. You can't go anywhere without your glasses, you can't find your damned glasses because you haven't got your glasses on and, worst of all, you're considering buying one of those little chain thingies to hang the glasses conveniently round your neck so that you're never without the blasted things.
I have resisted the latter, to date. When I resist no longer, I know that it will be the beginning of the end and I shall also buy a pair of sensible shoes and send off for stairlift brochures.
Luckily, I'm not at that stage yet.
But what REALLY annoys me is a web thing - those drop-downs where you have to select your year of birth.
You scroll down and down and down and down and down. Down into the last century. Down to the 1990s. Down and down and down and down and down and down and down and down ... until you get to 19XX. (Surely you didn't think I was going to write the actual year?)
You'd think that webmasters would think about this.
Ageists!
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