Children born today are predicted to live until they are one hundred. That is a mighty long time. I am not sure it sounds that appealing. And how does it square up with the obesity levels? Who wants to spend all that time getting fatter and fatter?
But the order of things is changing and it is quite hard to adjust to. Having hit the fifty mark quite recently I was comparing myself to previous generations of fiftyers. The ones who had children that were grown up and left home, the ones whose mortgage was paid off, the ones whose pension pots were nice and tubby. Then I looked at myself: 2 daughters who are still only 10 and 12, a mortgage that seems to stretch on and on, a private pension that gets thinner and thinner as my waistband expands.
There was a very good article in Saturday's Money section of the Guardian about how being fifty doesn't mean you are striding off into well-heeled Sagaland. To read the piece by Jill Papworth you need to scroll to the bottom of the article.
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