The first 80 years are the hardest.

The second 80 are a succession of birthday parties.

If you forget your name or anybody’s name, forget to keep an appointment, promise to be two or three places at the same time, or spell words wrongly, you need only explain that you are 80!

Everyone wants to carry your baggage and to help you up the stairs.

If you spill soup, your shoes don’t match, or if you carry a letter around a week before mailing it...that’s all right - you are 80!

At 80 you can relax with no misgivings. You have a perfect alibi for everything. Nobody expects much of you.

If you act silly, it’s your second childhood.

Everybody is looking for symptoms of softening of the brain!

It is a great deal better than being 65 or 70!

At that time they expect you to move to a little house in “Whoop Whoop”, and become discontented, grumbling, limping “has been”.

But if you survive until you are 80, they are surprised that you are alive - surprised that you can walk - surprised that you reveal lucid moments!

At 70 people are mad at you for everything!

At 80 they forgive you for anything!

If you ask us...life begins at 80. Lucky you!!!