Is there a point when you realise you're too old for .......

I agree about the house and garden - I think I might go for a beautiful apartment in a nice town within easy distance of JL and other such places and good restaurants - with a lovely balcony - because if I won the lottery I would be able to pay the maintenance costs and employ the necessary help.
Also I could have pots at a suitable height to grow my geraniums and roses etc.
I would definitely employ someone to change the duvet covers!!

I spent most of my younger life yearning for the means to own a large detached house, with several bedrooms so that family could come and stay without getting fold up beds out and squeezing ourselves onto the put-you-up sofa. Oh and the big garden! Yes, I wanted that too so I could have a summer house, and a play area for the children and all their friends, and a lovely big vegetable garden.
I can barely remember having the energy to cope with all that

It's quite a while since I used to fantasise about a lovely house in the country.
I was cured of it by many visits to friends who lived down a tiny, steep lane in rural N Devon, where you needed to drive at least 10 minutes every time you needed a pint of milk, and even walking the dogs safely meant getting in the car first.
No thanks!

On a different tack, when going anywhere with warm sea it used to be a priority to make sure there would be water-skiing available. For the past several years, not only do I not feel up to it any more, I don't even care that I don't want to do it any more!

Swimming in the sea with a gravel beach unless it’s very flat, found my feet sink in the gravel/pebbles and I can’t keep upright I look like a beached whale ? . It’s fine on firm sand .

How odd Willow that is almost exactly my reaction as I fantasise, looking at properties on Escape to the Country!!!
After years of wanting a huge garden I find myself thinking “Well I could sell off the paddock or let the grazing”!

STILL!! Learning "K Pop" dancing =South Korean with Grandaughter

Climbing out of the landing window, onto the garage roof, to clean the window. No more.

Climbing through a playbarn with my grandson. I've done that for the last time

Willow mine has nothing to do with acquisitions: I went down a high, long and twisty slide at a play centre recently with my little grandson beside me (two slides side by side) - when we got to the bottom me having only just survived, he turned to me and said "That was too fast for you, Gran".