When young attractive girls on tills in shops talk and have a laugh with you as you're no longer seen as someone who's going to have a crack at her and therefore no threat .. ("Ohhhh .. he's just like my dad / grandad") ...
I'm 43 and have recently started playing 5-a-side again after a 5 1/2 year hiatus through a broken ankle / torn ligaments initially then compounded by a car crash 18 months later. I felt like I was about 80 years old for the first few games but last night I actually felt ok after the game so maybe I'm getting a little fitter and sharper each game. I have worn a stong knee strap on my right knee since I was around 30 as I did my anterior ligament and it's never fully recovered so have to take it easy.
Other signs I'm getting old are that I look forward to the weekend so I can spend some time in the garden or planning my allotment for next year, I suffer fools less gladly with each passing year and I have sprouted hair from my ears! Worrying times
The stairs are getting taller, I'm not getting taller but the ground is further away. Eyebrow and nose need more regular grooming than my head. Whilst on the subject of heads, rather my forehead is getting larger or my hair is going further back. Warm clothes are more important for aching joints that looking fashionable. I curse the sky, earth and every God when the weather is cold and damp. Oh and if anything less than £10 drops out my pocket I write it off as a charitable donation