. . . but I cant remain in denial any longer, I've enrolled in U3A (University of the Third Age).
The only admittance criteria for U3A is to be over 60 years old. The trouble is that although I know that my body is over 60 (in fact its rapidly approaching 65!), my brain isn't yet there with it. I don't feel old, and I don't really want to socialize with old people - although having said that three of my dearest friends are roughly contemporary, and they're not old.
But I fathomed that if I don't feel old, and my friends don't feel old (well we/they may have the odd twinge here and there, but that's all), then maybe, just maybe, most of those other people over 60 don't feel old either, so it's possible they might be fun to be around.
So I joined up, sent off my £13.00 enrolment fee, and popped along this morning to a new members welcome meeting. After having a brief chat with a lady called Kay, the membership secretary, at the door (seemed friendly and welcoming) I made my way over to meet Anne, the lady I call my Photo Phairy, she runs the photography group and she lives just over the wall at the bottom of my garden. We had a nice long chat, the group she runs is very informal, not technical at all, and sounds like just my cup of tea.
I've also got a list of all the activities available to members, and there are a few others I wouldn't mind having a go at: local history, painting and drawing, textile crafts, creative writing, keep moving, gardening (probably not gardening, I do enough of that already), several languages and loads more.
So, if I'm not around much in the future, you'll know where to find me, I'll be out with all the other young oldies, drinking and partying and having fun.