Isn’t it funny, when any politician or medical person refers to “older people” during this lockdown I never think that they are actually talking about me. Come on, older people limp about whilst wearing elasticated garments and constantly repeat themselves; others like me believe they are verging on the attractive in a mature sort of way. We do, don’t we? But alas, our ‘numbers’ conspire to damn us to being perceived as both toothless and forgetful. To be honest, I’ve had quite enough of this ageism and have started to rail against this and some of its more obvious manifestations. Have you noticed that just recently - all we might want to do as this lockdown is eased, seems to have a number attached to it? That number might be sixty, or sixty-five - most certainly seventy; but my question is - should we all be defined just by our age? How would the under 60’s like to be judged solely on their body-mass index, or heaven forfend IQ? That’s why those in authority need to be very careful when carelessly describing certain broad age-groups with ill thought out generic labelling.