I've postponed the rant for now. I have worse things to worry about.
I've just started organising our next social. It's going to be a visit to the Civic Theatre in May to see one of my KS1 colleagues (who sings like an angel) in Half a Sixpence. No problems there.
But - BUT - I have realised that by then I will be entitled to a concessionary ticket. I will be OVER SIXTY. Well, I would except that the night we're going doesn't do concessionaries, but that's not the point is it. I will be officially old.
Oh, dear, oh dear, oh dear!!!!!