Getting Old (Part 94)

I find it hard to believe that it's less than twenty years since the above photograph of a somewhat angelic looking child was taken. My darling daughter Laura had recently celebrated her fourth birthday when the above snap was taken shortly after my family and I moved into the Gorgie area of Edinburgh. It's even harder to believe Laura now has two children of her own, the terrible twosome but eminently loveable Jack and Hannah. And belief nearly becomes suspended altogether when one considers Laura has a third child on the way in May. She'll probably cringe when she sees this and I expect her to give me a hard time but she knows I'm proud of her - especially so given this third pregnancy has been a particularly difficult one for her with more hospital visits than Nicola Sturgeon...

Seeing my wee girl do such a great job of bring up Jack and Hannah and prepare for another child, is another sign of my ageing process. I had an appointment with my doctor today as I continue to suffer from a viral illness and sought stronger anti-biotics to finally kill the blighter. Apparently what I have can last for up to six weeks - but to quote my friend Adullamite, I'm not one to complain...

However, my repeat prescription list now has nine items on it - including my usual medication to control my high blood pressure, asthma and cholesterol. My doctor asked if I smoked. She wasn't impressed with my reply that I didn't and she should have remembered to buy her fags on the way to the surgery...

I'm off now to the chemist. I hope they have plenty of stock...