Becoming a birdwatcher and crouching with binoculars in a Caledonian pine forest in search of the elusive capercaillie.
Taking up golf and wearing tartan trousers (like Ronnie Corbett in the 1970s).
The suspicion that if you are ever going to read Tristram Shandy then you need to get on with it now.
Attending fewer christenings and more funerals.
Finding you visit doctors and hospitals more times in a week than you used to do in a year.
I gave up on Tristram Shandy after I got to a page which was completely black.
Hopefully much the same, though with a bit of luck I'll have stopped being quite so busy and will have finally have started getting other people to do the actual work.
I bought a cock and bull story in Poundland last week. Poundland!
Already read it. So no plans for my 50s. Possibly Saga holidays. Just because I can.
For most people here it's not will but was.
3 years in, and no golf or tartan trews yet.
No visits to the doctor either, so far.
Perhaps there is a causal relationship in one or both directions.
Been birdwatching since I was about 8. Capercaillie aren't that hard to spot btw, they're bloody huge.
Is that right, monsoon?
Do we have an unofficial idea of the age of posters here?
I am in the 'was' camp, btw, though only just.
I retired at age 54. No golf: Motorcycling and archery for me.
Now 63
Do we have an unofficial idea of the age of posters here?
About 40, I'd think.
I think there are very few poster who are under forty.
Doing something more interesting for a living, I sincerely hope...
<revels in rarity status>
I hope my life in my fifties will be very much museum based.
<is rare>
Do you have a particular one you wish to be exhibited in?
<is no longer rare, by about a month...>
That french chap who plastinates, presumably.