I will be watching you very carefully if you say you don't make in spelling and grammatical errors, and typos when you publish a blog post. I make quite a few. I ususally don't bother correcting them. Sometimes they are comments on other peoples blogs, and the are harder to correct.
One reason for my errors is poor education and that is not going to get any better at my age.
Another is that I may have had a couple of drinks, but I did learn back in the mid nineties that alcohol and internet do not mix well.
The main reason is, I can't see very well is I can't be bothered putting on the reading specs.
It is interesting to observe the ageing process in yourself. Not that interesting that you enjoy it happening, but interesting from an observational aspect.
Your eyes fail for reading and you start to depend a bit on shapes of words, rather than the literal. Sometimes it is easier to walk to a window for bright light than put your specs on. The eyes started to go quite suddenly, at around forty. At my present age, I don't buy a new shirt that doesn't have a pocket to slip the specs into.
I never had a six pack, but my waist was slim. That went wrong about the same time.
Head hair, well we all know what happens to men's hair as they age. Mine thinned at the age of 35, but thankfully has not got much worse.
Sex, well this one fascinates me. But I will leave that for another post.
You know what the worst is? More hair. At around 30 I started notice hair growing inside my nose! Gross and disgusting and have plucked it out ever since. Then hair around my nipples, I plucked it out too, until it started to grow on my chest too, so I had to drag a razor over it. Remember I was slim and very smooth, otter like is the term perhaps. It was spoiling my image.
Then it started to grow in and on my ears, more plucking and shaving.
Horror of horrors, the other day I noticed a fine lot of hair on my stomach. You can only see it against the light at the right angle but eeewwwhhh.
I wax, pluck, shave and then not long after, have to do it all again. Bit like doing the washing. Great when the basket is empty, but it fills up again quickly.
Perhaps it is better to be a hairy bloke, and then you have to worry less. A few stray hairs does not look good on an otherwise smooth bod.
Later edit: Sorry about the flood of posts. This is the last of the written, dated back to mid Spetember, but saved for serious editing later because they weren't right. Can't be bothered now.