So where's the snow?

Muddling through in Austria; God, life and a small black dog

Old gits talking

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Nearly as good as the town of BITCHE!

Some of you may have read my views on ageing, so here’s another one!

On the ferry to Poole, we were people watching. There was an old guy pottering around who had to talk to the young couple with a baby who were sat next to us, they brushed him off. Then another old bloke had to talk to a student who was speaking English and boast he spoke three languages and before long both the families were chatting and they enjoyed themselves.

Is it something about older peeps that they have to talk about themselves? I vowed I’m not going to do this, a nod and a smile and a proper conversation that’s relevant -such as FB or the news……….then blow me down if both don’t have to talk to so many people about how far we’ve come from Austria -does that make us official old gits???

Author: annarashbrook

English Ex-pat living in Austria, Christian, blogger (of course) writer, photographer, dog owner!

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