A lot of things change when you enter middle age.
As a child, falling was an everyday event whether it was a tumble from your bike or a scuffle in the playground. Now, however, it is a major event which could well land you in hospital.
Then there’s the old chestnut about the police starting to look younger – and you can extend that to almost any profession you care to name.
I am most definitely overdue a trip to the optician and now welcome a barber’s offer to trim my eyebrows.
And where once referring to the instruction booklet after purchasing a piece of equipment was seen as an admission of failure, now it it is essential to guide me through the hi-tech wizardry.
I still have my own teeth but have steer to clear of toffees and I find it hard to relate to the current trends. (Just what is this current obsession with beards?)
But the real problem would appear to be with my memory. I started this column with a clear point to make but completely forgot what I wanted to say after stopping for a quick coffee!