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From our lovely Jado - she has this on a tea towel she found in Wales in the mid 90's. This poem won a national competition and sparked the Red Hatters!
WARNING
When I am an old women I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me
And I shall spend my pension
On brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals
And say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired,
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s garden,
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,
Or only bread and pickle for a week,
And hoard pens and pencils and beer matsand things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,
And pay our rent and not swear in the street,
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers,
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know meare not too shocked and surprised,
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.
Jenny Joseph
The Click Project Coordinator 
Daughter-in-law and niece of breast cancer "thrivers"!
