I look in the mirror and a pensioner looks back. I don’t feel sixty. I may look it, particularly at the moment, when my hair needs a trim and my face has lost its summer sun-worshipping colour, and the over-indulgences of recent weeks cling to my shape, stretching seams to their limits and beyond in an effort to hold all of me within!
I don’t feel like a pensioner, but then what does a pensioner feel like? You have to be one to know. I’ll be one at the end of this month, the day I celebrate the big six O and don’t receive my pension, since governments have sought to widen the goal posts on that score, but I do receive something better, something I’ve been looking forward to getting for a number of years, my bus pass!!’
Yes I’ll join the throng of silver-haired travellers at stops around the country, venturing here, wandering there, covering miles of this beautiful country of ours in style.
Many people don’t choose to use this ticket to ride, but why have it and not use it? The highways and byways await exploration, and my pioneer spirit is rising!

CrayzyDaisy will be on the loose very very soon!