When you really start to notice weaknesses that have been creeping up on you.

I'm afraid I don't normally take much notice of the Home Page when I log into Gransnet but I've just spotted the very elegantly dressed lady (does anyone else wear a designer pinny?)watering her plants.

She's obviously losing her grip like me because not only is she grasping the watering can with both hands but also wearing some immaculate wellies, even though the ground is bone dry.

Maybe she's had a few too many soggy jeans experiences and is no longer taking any chances.

I have been weaker down my left side since Radiotherapy 8 years ago. Not a great deal weaker, nobody but me would really know, but it irks me to know it. I also notice like some of you that my wrists are now so good either.

It is odd, apart from the weaknesses which i know is the title of the thread. I was only thinking last night that I don't feel like " ME" anymore. I don't recognize myself. I don't mean in the mirror, I am getting used to that old bag peering back at me. I mean all of me, inside me. Where did I go? Anyone else feel like this, or have I finally flipped?

sorry, I walk my hands back!!

Well, I kind of turn over, get into that position but not so elegantly then walk my feet forwards, push and can get up. Otherwise I flounder round like a whale for ages. I can't push myself up from a 'knees bent' position

jalima blimey oh Riley!

LOL

An ex colleague once rushed to the door wrapped in a towel when the postman knocked with a parcel. Unfortunately he wanted her to sign for it, so she took the form, turned away from him and put it on her hall table. Then of course she realised she couldn't hold the form still, write and keep hold of her towel at the same time. Without thinking, and leaning over with her back to him, she said "Just put your finger on this, will you?". When she turned round, she saw him running down the path!

I don't look as elegant as that though

I have to get myself into a yoga 'dog' position to get up from the floor, quite an art in it!

Knees!! No spring at all, have to hoist myself up from kneeling.

ps it's one of those shops that sells things that you didn't know you needed until you saw them

I must pay a visit to Lakeland

This www.lakeland.co.uk/7706/Jarkey-Screw-Top-Jar-Opener jarkey from Lakeland is great for removing jar tops. I wouldn't be without mine.

There were so many tops that neither myself nor DH could remove I think I have devised a foolproof opening method. I turn the jar upside down and give it a sharpish bang on the worktop, turn it back and hey presto!

I was sitting on the end of my bed, wrapped in a towel and drying my hair when I heard the sound of the window cleaner's ladder being propped up under my window. Only just reached the curtain in time to avoid embarrassment. This week the Hermes. courier has twice caught me out in my towel! Must think I'm a shameless hussy!

Lakeland does a great wee tool to open ring pulls. I wouldn't be without it.

I keep a pair of nutcrackers in my cutlery drawer. Very useful for getting tops of things, especially my wine bottle! I hate those ringpull tins, have to use a fork or spoon handle in order to get enough purchsse but it doesn't always work. and I have to ask DH. Also hate it when I have to ask him to lift things for me as I am not supposed to lift more than 10 pounds.

Oh thank you for this thread. I am in bed chortling away at your tales. ( Sleep won't come, again.)

I've noticed that I can't get words out occasionally. I am in full flow and all of a sudden the word I want won't come to me. Every now and then I try to remember someone famous from the past and their name is a blank. Just can't remember, and then half an hour later it will come to me.

Physically, getting up and down off the floor isn't as easy as it was, bending in the garden means it takes ages to straighten up, and after sitting for a while I ache and take a while to straighten up and get back to fast paced walking.

All signs of age creeping up on me. I must get so gentle exercise to help me stay supple I think, even though I hate exercise for exercises sake.

My milkman calls for his money early (8am!) on Saturdays. He's quite used to me opening the door in my nightie with a cardi slung round my shoulders. However, recently his teenage grandson has been helping him ... I now have to set the alarm to make sure I'm dressed to spare the poor lad's blushes

My previous post was on the subject of the heading i.e. weaknesses creeping up.

And I do have a fantastic postman, who sees me regularly in my dressing gown. Never in my nightdress - with or without the door open

Today I was looking at Always Discreet/Tena products in the supermarket. A lady came along, also looked at the products and says to me about how expensive they are, leading to a discussion on the merits of the different ratings, with or without wings etc.

When we parted 15 minutes later I knew all about her (unsuccessful) operation, her pelvic floor, how it was sometimes stress incontinence, sometimes urge.... Her current bad cough wasn't helping matters. I saw in her bag that she had spare everything in case of an accident.
I also knew about her friend's (successful) operation and friend's pelvic floor.

No embarrassment whatsoever from either of us

Had a good laugh at these posts, especially radicalnan's story of her mum hiding in the cupboard under the stairs and the meter man opening the door. I'd love to have seen their faces.

You probably brightened his day! Laugh about it and forget it.

My 6 yr old grandson went up the road with me to deliver a note to a neighbour. He then said 'let's hop back grandma' so I tried: 3 hops and i couldnt do any more. He was astonished! But i remember hopping all the way up and down the steps of a railway bridge when i was little and amazing my mum. At the time I thought it wAs easy. Quite depressing really, looking back!

Sometimes if you put on a rubber glove and try again with a bottle, it works o.k.