That'll Be The Day

My friend and I did find it hilarious when we went to see "That'll Be The Day" at The Epsom Playhouse and the entire audience was over seventy five apart from us two.  I had bought Wendy the ticket for her 50th Birthday Treat. Wendy is young and funky and looks like a teenager. We did have a great night though and the show was upbeat, funny with amazing singing.  I did get a bit nervous when "Tom Jones" came on in case any of the Old Dears got a bit excited and threw their knickers onto the stage. Wendy and I did think that the cast would be disappointed to be performing to the Blue Rinse Brigade audience, but they did liven up after a while. I think Surrey people in general are a bit pompous and reserved.  Well, I won't be like that in decades to come.  Me and Wendy would be out dancing in the aisles from the first song. 

I attended a funeral this week. A close friend's lovely father passed away after years of heart problems.  This wonderful man had enjoyed life to the full, was a great cook and loved a glass or two of vino. He wasn't afraid of dying and his attitude was to make room for the young.  The service, though of course heart breaking sad was lovely and I and learnt and listened that it's better to be happy and honoured to have known such a person rather than be sad. The deceased has not gone away, he is just invisible.  I hope these words offer comfort to the family that have been left behind.

What have these topics got to to with the menopause?  The menopause to me represents getting older.  I don't want to get old but there's nothing I can do about it, so I've got to embrace it and crack on.  I reckon I will menopause at fifty and I would like to be a hot, foxy babe like Queen Madge (Madonna) or Sharon Stone, but I will more likely be a bit nuts and rotund like a middle-aged Bridget Jones.  I wonder what Bridget is up to these days?  Very happy if she's still having rumpy pumpy with Mr Darcy!!!!