That respect for the elderly is what we’re lacking today, and I want it reinstated by the time I get old
It’s a question that strikes terror into the heart of every teenage son and daughter.
When I was kid it was nan who controlled the telly in the days before the remote control. You could not squirrel yourself away in the bedroom playing COD 4 on the XBox. Instead we sat through nan’s Sunday afternoon viewing of Mr and Mrs with Derek Batey and other interminable game shows when all we wanted to do was listen to the Radio One chart countdown.
My nan had a million memories and stories to share and bored the socks off anyone who would sit still long enough to listen. And we had to listen because she was old and it was impolite not to.
That respect for the elderly is what we are lacking today and I say this because I want it reinstated by the time I get old.
I want people to do stuff for me. I want them to open doors and let me through the door first. I want them to carry things, and, in a few years time, when I’m in the twilight of my years, I want them to shovel snow from my door. I want people to bring me hot food in a van in the day time and I’m not talking about the late night takeaway delivery driver who calls at your door demanding a tip. That’s another one of the perks of being old– no one expects you to tip.
Ah, can’t wait ’til I’m old.