In some ways this blog is rather a sad one. Put simply and directly my eyesight is in poor state. So I am less able to control shapes and colours, but I am still able to write blogs, 457 so far (webpageroberts.blogspot.co.uk).
And I completed my Autobiography in Words and Pictures (155 of them) almost exactly on my 100th birthday. It took 8 years to do.
I certainly don’t complain, as all my faculties have so far lasted my 101 years rather well.
I am still very active, collecting the newspaper each morning from the supermarket, giving Margreet breakfast in bed (I’m an early riser), keeping the house in order, cooking on alternate weeks, shopping, helping to entertain and gardening - producing flowers and some vegetables from our small walled garden.
Eyesight is interesting, as after having had brilliant eyesight as a pilot in the RAF, at one time I saw a grey area in the centre of my vision and did not give it much attention. I should have, as I had wet macular degeneration in one eye, which was by then too late to save. In the other eye a series of injections has maintained its vision. This has been successful and interesting as it is helped slightly by the bad eye’s peripheral vision.
I march around and travel alone on bus and underground in London impressing everyone as soon as my age becomes known. Then people want to learn the secrets from me and, for some reason, shake my hand.
I make it a point to help old people cross the street or steady them if I think it necessary.
Margreet, who is younger, thought that when we married she would end up looking after me, but has found exactly the reverse.
We don’t travel and don’t miss it, have no car and don’t miss that, but we eat and drink well and thoroughly enjoy life.
My gosh how lucky we are to be living in this age with a wonderful National Health Service and, for us, an excellent public transport system - to get us to and from hospitals.,
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