Being 48

Well I hear you all say "Just what is it like being forty eight old man!". Well, let me tell you. I still have the body and looks of a thirty year old ( thanks to genetics ) a slightly over weight 30 year old mind you, just a tiny bit of grey creeping into my chestnut locks ( Garnier nutrisse cream with Avocado will sort that out ) as I have little time for this grey nonsense, might suit Peter (the badger) my older brother for the last 15 years ; but me No!!.
If you treat yourself to a Bacon and Egg sandwich its not as satisfying, which is not so bad as you have less of them and we do have to watch our weight don't we girls?.. mmm. You start to buy shares in Ibuprofen and Simvastatin, certain food don't agree with you like they used to, and you really do become indifferent to Alcohol in excess, as it messes up our beauty sleep, and I suppose that's one of the annoying things, difficulty in sleeping, so you start to have 'napsys' when you can. Sex definitely improves! ( I get no complaints) and I suppose most of all you really do tend to know it all. Don't get me wrong there are plenty of stupid 48 year olds out there. But I find satisfaction in knowing that on pretty much most things, I am right, bit like Sherlock Holmes, as opposed to believing I knew everything when I was fifteen!.
I recently have taken to observing the way people walk, yes I know I tend to stoop!! don't remind me, its because of all those stupid books I had to carry to school!, anyway, Max walks like some sort of cartoon Mickey Mouse character bouncing along, where as Katie and myself to be honest, slowly rise from the sofa with a sort of Zombie come Mummy type walk, staggering forward with a shuffling gait, until our bodies actually do as their told, now that's old age.