It has been unexpectedly kind of so many people to offer me seats on buses over the past few weeks …
… and also slightly devastating.
How old do they think I look?
Do 56 year olds really need to be offered seats on public transport? Or do I actually look 66?
Admittedly I struggle to bend down to tie my shoelaces due to my dodgy hip, but I was hoping I was giving off a young vibe otherwise.
I catch sight of my reflection in shop windows after getting off public transport and wonder what people see that prompts them to give me their seat.
Shop windows are not the best things for staring at your reflection – I usually look overweight and wrinkly in them.
But I seemed quite presentable in this selfie we took at my friend Ania’s 60th birthday party.
Which Alana do the people on the bus see?
Yep, I know, another one of my very first world problems when there are so many more important things to worry about …
Wars, poverty, climate change, yesterday’s heartbreakingly terrible plane crash and the horrifying press conference the President gave afterwards …
Forgive my vapid ramblings. Kindness is a precious, wonderful thing.
Song of the day: Roberta Flack “Killing me softly”
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