You know you are getting old "WHEN"

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You have to kneel down to fill a hay net.

You split a bale of straw and carry armfulls to the stable.

You only fill the barrow half full.

You put two lighter haynets in stead of one full one.

You need your specs on to fasten the buckle on the headcoller.

You have to have about three sitdowns during mucking out.

Shaking straw makes your head spin.

You use a small broom.

Oh to be young and fit again. but I do love it, I suppose I am fitter than some at my age. 58

Does anyone else have the same issues with their bodies trying to tell us something?
 
.....When you get stuck on a horse as your leg, no matter how much you "swing" just won't go over the cantle. Of course it's half term and the yard is full of thousands (at least) school kids mouths wide open.
.....When you get told you're dressage girth is obvioulsy too short because you can't do it up from on board. Everyone should be able to do that you are told by the size 8 17yr old know it all with a look of disgust on her face.
.....When your Grandchild offers to have your horse and look after it when you die!!

I may be getting on a bit, have arthritis, specs & grey hair but honest I am not planning popping off just yet.
 
You cannot get on your 15.1 cob without a mounting block or a wall - even though you are 5'10" and never used to have any bother getting on your 16.3:o
 
Skippy you can just pull the "it's so bad for their backs to mount from the ground" card.

I can mount from the ground my 14.1 mare. Really isn't a pretty sight. I swear I can hear her rolling her eyes while she stands like a saint to my huffing and puffing.
 
LOL, love it and so true. I could swear sacks of feed and bales of shavings have got heavier over the years.

I was poulticing old mares foot the other day and was bent for quite a while checking it, poultice, vetwrap,bit of old feed sack to cover it (us oldies are far more resourceful than the youngies) and then black sticky tape to hold it on. Went to stand upright and found I was locked there. Got the giggles, it was rediculous :D Old mare rolled her eyes and sighed....
 
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Oh thank you, thank you! I feel so much less alone knowing how many others out there are still youthful of mind but the body is saying something else entirely:mad:

I can probably lament about most of the aforementioned posts....but why do I give a verbal running commentary about everything these days..what's that all about?:eek: Is it true that talking to one's self is a sign of old age then?
Oddly enough I was feeling quite a spritely 61yr old until I started writing this..:confused::p
 
Allover said:
I personally like the involuntary grunts and groans, what is that all about! :D
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This ^^ I do that a lot :D I think this starts the minute you turn 40, it's fully legal/allowable. Combined with muttering under your breath at youngsters on the yard :D

Plus walking from stable to tack room or feed room but discovering the minute you get there you have forgotten what you were going there for...
 
How about when your knees don't work and you have only just got out of bed and not even started mucking out! :)
 
I'm sure that my boy has grown in the night.... I used to be able to get off him with a spring in my knees, now I slither off hanging onto the saddle and nearly collapse on the ground :eek: :eek: practically have vertigo on the way down! Why have a 16.3hh when you are over 50? Well you can see into everyone's gardens as you hack out.....:p :p
 
The Oldest Swinger In Town

When you score with a chick in a disco bar
Take her home in your hairy little car
Then you find you went to school with her Ma and Pa
You’re the oldest swinger in town

When you won’t look in a mirror in the light of day
Swear you dyed it when your hair turns grey
When you zip up your Wranglers and your belly’s in the way
You’re the oldest swinger in town

Here you come and there you go
Wire wheel-spokes and a stereo
But the engine’s clapped, and the driver also
Is the oldest swinger in town

When your barber takes a little less time each week
The kids don’t understand a word you speak
When you walk into a disco and they offer you a seat
You’re the oldest swinger in town

You prefer a pint of mild to Bacardi and coke
The songs are too loud and there’s too much smoke
You’d like another dance but you’re scared you’ll have a stroke
You’re the oldest swinger in town

Here you come with your chest all bare
A little gold ingot and a lot of gold hair
Like the disco king meets Yogi Bear
You’re the oldest swinger in town

When you’re feeling as stiff as a skinhead’s boot
Rub on Vick where you used to splash Brut
And the latest punk fashion is your wedding suit
You’re the oldest swinger in town

When you have to go shopping for your sex appeal
Travolta shades and nine-inch heels
You say a man is just as old as the woman he feels
You’re the oldest swinger in town

Here you come with your lips closed tight
You never smile, you know it wouldn’t look right
‘Cause your dentures glow in ultra-violet light
You’re the oldest swinger in town

And you look so mean ’cause your pants are too tight
You’re the oldest swinger in town

And it takes you all night to do what you used to do all night
You’re the oldest swinger in town

As sung by Fred Wedlock, originally written by Ed Pickford
 
When you still think of turnout rugs being New Zealands and night rugs being made of jute with a blanket lining...

(Do you remember how heavy and awkward New Zealands used to be towards the end of winter?!?)
 
You remember when seven days at PC camp cost less than thirty pounds.

Old is having the common sense to look out of the window at the torrential rain say "Sod it, the muck and mess will still be there tomorrow" and not fret about it not being done today.
 
Too many of the comments already made, and when you are taking your 15 yr old daughter to the stables in the car, she is totally gobsmacked that you actually like and sing along to the latest 'hits/ records'!!!!!:rolleyes: on the radio:D


Oh and 7 yr old son has no idea what a 'record' is!!
 
Skippys Mum said:
You cannot get on your 15.1 cob without a mounting block or a wall - even though you are 5'10" and never used to have any bother getting on your 16.3:o
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^^^^^ This :(

I'm 5'9" and used to get on a 17.3hh TB I used to ride during my lessons when I was doing my NVQ ten years ago without a mounting block, now I have to use a mounting block or drop my strirrups to the last hole to get on my 15.3hh due to my bad hips.
 
Here's another scary one (please please please dont let this just be me:o)

When you are out riding, a hearty laugh or a coughing fit or a sneeze involves frantic clenching and a worried look:eek:. Its not so easy to cross your legs with a saddle in the way;)
 
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