Signs that you are getting older

[Ghost]

It was colder in the 1970's proper deep snow. Windows frozen and having to sleep with water bottles.

Bed wetter huh?

[Master]

It was colder in the 1970's proper deep snow. Windows frozen and having to sleep with water bottles.

Bed wetter huh?

Hot water bottles, they sometimes leaked which could be painful.

[Ghost]

It was colder in the 1970's proper deep snow. Windows frozen and having to sleep with water bottles.

Bed wetter huh?

Hot water bottles, they sometimes leaked which could be painful.

Ok

[Dia bando]

I remember people putting, a hot brick wrapped in newspaper in bed.

[Beanz]

I remember people putting, a hot brick wrapped in newspaper in bed.

Ha! I remember my Grandparents having clay/porcelain bed warmers. Even they moved to rubber hot water bottles and then electric blankets eventually though.:-)

[Gandalf]

The same old signs, the same old signs. A new haircut and a newly emerging assortment of gray hair. I still have my black hair, but when you look into the mirror more closely you see it and you know that time waits for noone. That is the nausea, the sheer disgust at your own inability to control the changes in the self. There is no God, but on the offchance that there is I am going to align with Satan and give him a jolly good talking to over all of this nonsense.

[Dia bando]

The same old signs, the same old signs. A new haircut and a newly emerging assortment of gray hair. I still have my black hair, but when you look into the mirror more closely you see it and you know that time waits for noone. That is the nausea, the sheer disgust at your own inability to control the changes in the self. There is no God, but on the offchance that there is I am going to align with Satan and give him a jolly good talking to over all of this nonsense.

Yes Miles more to come, long hair growing out of your ears and nose, eye brows growing you
start to look like a Werewolf. Invest in a good trimmer.

[Master]

The same old signs, the same old signs. A new haircut and a newly emerging assortment of gray hair. I still have my black hair, but when you look into the mirror more closely you see it and you know that time waits for noone. That is the nausea, the sheer disgust at your own inability to control the changes in the self. There is no God, but on the offchance that there is I am going to align with Satan and give him a jolly good talking to over all of this nonsense.

Men look distinguished if they go slightly grey.