65 - 75 Having retired I am so glad to be out of rat race. I worry if I will have enough money to live on and whether my children's visits will continue to get less and less frequent. I wonder what happens when my limbs fail to carry me any longer and which nursing home I will end up in before I die. I am most worried about my frailty and crime. I worry about being vulnerable to criminals and I think world is going in wrong direction. No one cares about elderly - except elderly.

People's views do change older they get and closer they get to death. However, perhaps biggest worry for anyone around 35-55 year age should be lack of pension provision they are likely to receive in retirement unless of course they have made other plans. Things are going to get much worse for pensioners - not better!

Anyone younger than 35? Hey, you still have a chance to do something about it...

"Mist all Chrucking Fighty!", said Rindercella and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks and dropping her slass glipper.

The next day Pransome Hince knocked on Rindercella's door and sugly isters let him in.

Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifeted her leg and let out a fig bart.

"Pray, who has just farted?", asked Pransome Hince.

"Blame fugly hucker over there", said Mary Hinge.

When stinking brown cloud had lifted he tried slass glipper on both sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk!

Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted, and gave pransome hince a knick in kackers. This was not difficult because he had a dig bick and barge lollocks.

He tried glass slipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly.

Rindercella and Pransome Hince were married.

The Pransome Hince lived his life in lucking fuxury and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny and they both lived happily ever after.