Half Century

My first nephew is 50 today.
It hardly seems possible I was an excited 10 year old about to become an aunty for the first time that long ago!
I was fascinated by babies, loved to hold them or feed them, changing diapers not so keen, but I could do it without pricking babe or myself or passing out with the stench.  How could such a lovely innocent baby produce that, and so much of it in such a vile colour!
I never had kids of my own, but have a variety of nephews and nieces two or three times removed now. If anyone mentions me, I’m probably referred to as the ‘mad aunty’ you know, the one who laughs a lot, is a bit loud, and has a wacky sense of humour. At the moment I’m not going round donned in last year’s curtains wearing monstrous hats draped in a feather boa.

In August, this nephew’s cousin also reaches that half century, and in August next year, so does his brother.
Makes you wonder where the time goes.
All I can say is Quickly!

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth for jelly babies or fruit pastilles. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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3 Responses to Half Century

  1. My niece and nephew both retired within the past 6 months. Talk about feeling old! The two remaining ones are both over 50. My version is that my brothers are almost 20 years older than me (and I’m sticking to it!).

  2. It’s flying past so fast that I sometimes think that I’m stuck in a dream.

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