Yesterday my daughter emailed me again, asking why I didn't do something useful with my time.

"Like sitting around the pool and drinking wine is not a good thing?" I asked.

Her talking about my "doing-something-useful" seems to be her favourite topic of conversation. She was "only thinking of me" she said and suggested that I go down to the Senior Centre and hang out with the gals. I did this and when I got home last night, I decided to play a prank on her.

I emailed her and told her that I had joined a Parachute Club. She replied "Are you nuts? You are 78 years old and now you're going to start jumping out of aeroplanes?" I told her that I even got a Membership Card and emailed a copy to her.

She immediately telephoned me and yelled "Good grief, Mum, where are your glasses? This is a Membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club".

"Oh man, I'm in trouble again" I said "I really don't know what to do. I signed up for five jumps a week!"

The line went quiet and her friend picked up the phone and said that my daughter had fainted.

Life as a Senior Citizen is not getting any easier, but sometimes it can be ever so much fun.