MY Monday morning blues were lifted by a self discovery article I read in Wigan and Leigh Pensioners' Link's helpful magazine "Linkline". Every point rang a poignant bell.

I started with nothing and still have most of it

My wild oats have turned into prunes and Allbran

I finally got my head together, now my body is falling apart

Funny I don't remember being absent minded

Funny I don't remember being absent minded

If all is not lost, where is it?

It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser

The only time the world beats a path to my door is when I am in the bathroom

If God wanted me to touch my toes he would have put them on my knees

These days I spend a lot of time thinking about the hereafter. I go somewhere to find something and wonder what I'm here after.

I was waiting in the Railway Road chemist's to pick up a prescription and my eyes were drawn to a notice which read

"Please be patient. I only work here because I am too old for a paper round, too young for a pension and too tired to have an affair."

I know the feeling.