Age is just a number... Isn't it?...

I was never one to think my age mattered in life. That is until recently. I'm currently looking for a job and it appears my age does matter. The first thing a prospective employer wants to know is how old I am? Well the answer is 'I am old enough to apply for the job and young enough to do the job'. But it seems, on paper, I am not even worthy of an interview. Also the negative comments I received online from appearing on This Time Next Year all seem related to my 'age'. Yes I've got wrinkles, poor eyesight and grey hairs but why should this matter to a complete stranger? People nowadays are far too fixated with age and looks. Stop it! Remember we're all just living our 'one life' :)

My life at the moment moves forward with no job, no partner and no home. And the one I crave the most is the home. I'm eternally grateful to my family for providing a roof over my head but not having your own 'front door' is the hardest. I don't think we appreciate what we have unless it's gone. I touched on homelessness in my Book Two ~ it's a stark fact and everyone is vulnerable to it.

On a happy note (because irrelevant of the above my life is good! x) my granddaughter is thriving and starting to smile at the world. Milo is not at all bothered by all the rain of late and flits between hiding in bushes or wallowing in streams on our walks. And I'm enjoying posting all my YouTube videos of my year filming This Time Next Year. I never get to find out who watches them, same as I never get to find out who reads my books, but hopefully someone out there is enjoying an 'old bird' making a fool of herself...

Links to my life ... ;)

My Husband Hunt Dating Diary

Milo, Me and The Beast


My Good Life...