Sprouting Whiskers

I'm getting old! I don't mean age wise 'cos that's obvious. Well I'm hardly getting young am I? What I mean is there are the telltale signs of age appearing. Whiskers! I was paying close attention to my face this morning in the mirror. Actually I was popping a huge zit but anyway...... I noticed 3 little stubby whiskers on my chin that had to be plucked out with the tweezers. Now this isn't an uncommon occurrence for me as it appears that I have inherited the more hairy parts of my family along with many other unsightly aspects (we'll deal with those another time) but I have noticed that the frequency of these little buggers seems to be increasing. And there are more of them. I've also noticed that I'm growing a moustache. Loads of short stubby hairs growing right over my top lip. It's most unsettling. I'm still only 36! I have bad visions of how I will look when I get really old. My auntie had a moustache and a beard. It was very hard as a kid not to go up to her when she was asleep and pluck it all out. All my hair is going weird. I used to have lovely straight hair that stayed in place. Now it's got this bad frizzy curl to it. I have to straighten it after each washing. If I go out in the rain or the atmosphere is damp it just goes all frizzy and messy. The texture of it is changing too. I have plucked out some really thick, curly, pubic-like hairs recently. I think I'm growing a muff on my head!
The other thing I've noticed is how tired I seem to get these days. I've been contemplating a mid afternoon nap for a while now just to keep me going. Trouble is I sleep with my mouth open and I tend to dribble. It leaves such a mess on the pillow. Getting old is not good.
My memory isn't what it used to be either. Not that it was ever particularly good but it was considerably better than it is now. I get up and go upstairs to get something and when I have got to the top of the stairs I have forgotten what I went up there for so I'm left scratching my head in wonder as to why I am even there. I put things away safely so I will know where I put them and when I need them I can't remember where they are. So off I go looking for them and then I forget what i'm looking for and come back none the wiser. 5 minutes later I suddenly remember what it was I was looking for and the whole cycle starts again. It's hard being me! I think I need another cup of tea................