THE FEAR OF GROWING OLD

Wakie-wakie, time to wake up, this week something new on my blog!

A guess the word game!

Arrange the letters below and find the scrambled word :

P-B-H-I-A-O-G-E-A-R-S-C-O

A clue? It's a trendy disease.

Can't make it?

Well, here's a poem by Jenny Joseph that will keep you away from that naughty disease :

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

One more clue? The title is a good definition of the scrambled word.

Now turn on the booster and cram my mailbox with your answers

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