I find I wake up before my alarm in the morning now. Something just clicks in my head and I can’t go back to sleep anymore. Perhaps it’s the urge to go to the toilet. I get up and make my way down for my first cup of coffee in my favourite mug.
This Saturday, even though it was not a work day, I was up before the larks, up before the sun and was at Morrisons before it opened. I was one of three cars in the car park and had to wait in the lobby for the manager to unlock the doors.
I waited with a few older people who had come to beat the rush
As the doors slid open the manager greeted us with a pleasant good morning as if we were old friends. Surely he wasn’t talking to me as well, associating me with the band of retirees.
I was only there because I had a lot to do and wanted to get a good start yet when I caught site of myself in the polished stainless steel of the pizza counter my reflection was wearing a muffler and a flat cap covering his salt and peppered hair.
How did this happen? When did I start to listen to Radio 3, go to bed just after the 10 o’clock news and avoid spicy food?
When did I become old?
Thoughts from a Guerrilla Worker 