I just logged in and I noticed a message that said "you are invisible" which is something that I've suspected for a little while now.

I'm not too sure when it happened and I think that I'm not invisible to everyone but I know that when I walk through town, people don't acknowledge me if I stand aside to let them pass or if I hold a door open for them to walk through.

It may be an age thing because I do remember that when I was young, tall, dark and handsome I was clearly visible to lots of people.

And another thing I've noticed is that I'm not on any of my holiday photographs.

Oh, there are lots of pictures of lovely views and lovely wife and lovely friends but what about me?

I can't even rely on the mirror to give me a true reflection of myself because all I can see now is an old man with a wrinkled face and very little hair.

Who is this interloper?

Never mind.

Tomorrow I'm off to London with a coach load of old people to visit an exhibition of water colour paintings at the Tate Britain gallery.

In went there two years ago and left my umbrella behind so perhaps I'll be able to reclaim it tomorrow.

Did you notice the picture at the top of this blog. That's me (on the right) and my mate Harry when we were firemen. Of course it's quite an old photo and it does flatter me a bit I suppose but never mind.

Mustn't grumble

Love to everybody.