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We visited a castle yesterday and, after high fiving the girl at the counter because we're English Heritage members, she told me to be careful on the steps and watch out for the molehills which to be fair she was warning everyone about. Then she said, 'And NO climbing on the walls!' I burst out laughing and she said that she'd met my sort before and we were worse than children. So we agreed that if I was very good and didn't climb on the walls she would open a jar of lemon curd for the sample table as I didn't like the rhubarb and ginger jam they had open.
So we looked around the castle and I only climbed on one little bit of wall
because I wanted to fire a pretend arrow at an obnoxious spoilt little boy who needed to be back in the car and not ruining a brilliant castle for everyone else. True to her word she opened the lemon curd for me (although I didn't admit to the one little wall)
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What surprised me was the fact that she knew what type of granny I was. I dress quite conventionally and don't look wild but she totally saw through my disguise 
It's not the first time me and DH have been warned off playing. When we took the children on a canal boat recently the guide told me and DH not to put our hands in the water but didn't mention it to the children or anyone else.
I admit to tree climbing, stream paddling and damming, water creature watching, whirling in a fairy grotto and hiding inside large overhanging trees but that's what having fun is all about. I just didn't think I looked the part 

I've often said I'm growing old disgracefully although nowadays its only in my head due to lack of opportunity
My son's ex gf once christened me a black metal rebel queen due to my music taste - loved it then and still do. Long may us rebels continue!
It was only a little wall and I had to climb on it to get to the arrow slit so that I could shoot at the obnoxious little boy. So really it wasn't my fault .....it was the obnoxious child's 
We forget that the elderly were once young. DH made an old ladies day not long ago. She could barely walk but it was obvious that she wished she could still dance. So he asked her to dance and flirted outrageously with her as he virtually carried her around the floor. At one point he said, "You're so light on your feet I could swing you up into my arms and whisk you away." She giggled and replied, "I may not be able to walk properly lad but get me on my back and I'll give you a run for your money." It was her 94th birthday 
I bet they love having you around Menopaws - 
I work with the elderly and I get the most fun having cheeky banter with them, they love having a giggle and being teased and treated normally. Makes my job a pleasure rather than a chore to have fun with them instead of being bossy
Well, VQ.... it could have been your green spiky hair that gave you away and the tattoo saying love/hate on your fingers.
Or the skull dangly earrings?
Naughty, naughty for climbing a wall.
I am unfortunate to be married to a 'sensible' man.
Oh yes annsixty - I seem to have failed already. Anyway I asked my son if I was a rebel and he nearly fell off the sofa laughing - so I guess it's just in my head that I am a rebel!! 
Now if you had really been a rebel you would have told him to make them himself. ?
I've already been a rebel today!. I made my husband a sandwich to take out with him later and used olive oil spread instead of his usual butter!! This could get ugly BUT I DON'T CARE 
When I worked in M&S I could often pick out people who would respond to comments like "Oh dear we've got trouble here!" the others would say "How can you talk to them like that?" but somehow you can always recognise a kindred spirit.
We were walking back from a cricket match on Monday evening and I stopped to look at the local river on the way back to the car. Before DH could stop me I started to climb over the fencing (it wasn't very high). "What the Hell are you doing?" he said. "I just want to see if there's a likely spot where I can get down to fish" I said. "There's a bally great drop, you'll kill yourself" he said (I hadn't noticed that!) and hauled me back over, much to the amusement of several people passing by! He tries to keep me away from rivers - they are like a magnet. I can't see one without wanting to be in it!
Please don't change
Us rebels are in short supply and I have always encouraged my children to steer away from the conventional
I will encourage my grandchildren to do the same 
I need a few lessons in being more rebellious...the worst thing I've managed to do today is shout back at the self scanning thingy in the supermarket. In Marks it always asked if you've swiped your Sparks card too early,and every time I take great delight in shouting "not yet" back. Suggestions on how to improve my rebelliousness,please.
But what does a rebel granny look like? Denim (ripped or not), tattoos, tied dyed t-shirt, big earrings, red lipstick, bit of an extreme hairstyle, what we used to call bovver boots?
These are often worn by the young these days anyway so I'm damned if I can see how else we can come across as rebellious. As has been pointed out if must be your joie de vivre! So keep it going.
The lovely thing about having grandchildren is that you never have to grow up!
Oh no these warnings are very much aimed at me
. I would never damage anything but sometimes I just have to touch things.
I don't want to sound all dippy hippy but sometimes when I touch something I seem to appreciate/understand it more like it has an energy of it's own. I would suggest that you always touch a standing stone if possible and definitely touch the Angel of the North if you get the opportunity. I haven't touched the Baby of the North yet so I don't know if that has energy too. Perhaps that is just so cute it doesn't need to be touched 
I think that's why children touch everything. They stop because adults tell them not to and then forget how important touching is.
Oh dear I think I am sounding dippy hippy now I've talked about 'energy'. But think of it this way. When you see a lovely fluffy dog it's very nice but then when you also stroke it it's even nicer. I feel the same way about objects.
Two elderly folks behaving disgracefully in public
www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/07/04/inuit-throat-singing-leaves-prince-charles-duchess-cornwall/
Actually, as a guide in a museum where there some exhibits children and grown ups were allowed to touch and some they were not, I often used the trick of winking at grandparents while telling them in a strict tone of voice, please don't touch anything in this room.
It usually made both children and grandparents or parents giggle.
Also I remember only too well what it felt like being told as a child not to do something only to see a grown up do the very thing I had been told not to.
Love it, Tallulah.
DH and I decided when we reached 50 that we'd had enough of being grown up and decided to grow down.
We met a wonderful couple when we were camping the other weekend. They were both in their late eighties and they refused point blank to be old even though their bodies were trying to
They told us that their children, grandchildren and great children were far more grown up than they were and actually told them off for being 'silly'. They said they knew they wouldn't have that long left and were determined to fit in as many experiences as possible in the time they had although last year they had given in to their children and agreed to stay in the UK. Well they told their children it was because of what they wanted but really it was because their travel insurance shot up after their last escapade. They were in Switzerland and were given the opportunity to go on a bobsleigh. So of course they did but it crashed and they both ended up in hospital. "Only for a week or two," they stated. Now they are rediscovering the UK.
That's how we want to be at their age.
Vampire Queen Sounds like you should take more water with it.
Saw this this morning, seemed appropriate for this thread!
Be crazy. Be stupid. Be silly. Be weird. Be whatever. Because life is too short to be anything but happy.
(anon)
You have to grow older but you never have to grow up

We have been out with friends who are also in their 70s but seem to be 'Proper Grownup People'.
It's quite a revelation watching them and seeing how we should behave at our age.
I'm jealous but good for you that is how I wanted to be till I got ill.
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