Flying solo solo - some reflections on entering my eight decade
I entered the eighth decade of my life with a bang, with a really fab party for 30 lovely friends - the first I've been able to have for over thirty years. And then just two days later, in came the 'you're getting old' emails and letters, including two from random insurance companies advising me to take out funeral insurance, and several from Ameli, telling me in no uncertain terms that I should have an 'older person's health check', a mutuelle, various vaccinations, that I should plan for end of life care and that I should notify them of a 'personne de confiance' - effectively a next of kin. Gee, thanks. Flying solo solo But that last one got me thinking. I don't really fit into 'normal' society, especially here in France: I am solo, have no partner, no family (anywhere), no kids. I actually now have no next of kin, and that's a pretty strange feeling. I'm independent and self-reliant (probably too much so!), always have been, ...