Octogenarian Sex

Or “I saw a film and I liked it.” Anything but the real title which is “Our Souls At Night”. Apparently, there was some thought to changing the name of the film for it’s British release because of the way it sounds with a British accent. The Powers That Be decided against it, thus proving again the The Powers That Be are rarely right. Because this is lovely and it would be a shame if the only thing that people thought of when they thought about it was sniggering into your hanky.

It’s a slight story really, about two bereaved neighbours who take to sleeping together platonically to alleviate the loneliness of the night times. They gradually become closer, finding that they understand each other and that they can talk to each other in a way that they couldn’t with their spouses. There are grown up children who inevitably complicate things, as well as a cute grandchild, nosey neighbours and a dog with no toes. It’s beautifully written, not in a high fallutin’, Pulitzer Prize kind of way – the people say things ordinary people say and, if it becomes deeper and more profound, it is only because of the beauty that ordinary day to day relationships have.

One of my favourite films is Barefoot in the Park. This was Fonda and Redford at their most beauteous.

Watch this film for too long and they will burn out the back of your eyes. It is lovely to see them together again  – they seem to fit together somehow. They are both apparently around the 80 mark now and both are suspiciously almost lineless. Fonda seems to have a slim smooth back which wouldn’t look out of place on someone a quarter of her age. This may be down to all that exercising in the Eighties – I wouldn’t like to say. By the way – the sex. You can take your maiden aunt. She’ll be fine. There’s nothing to fear.

While you are here, I am just asking if anyone fancies adding me to their little book of “Praying I Must Do This Week”. (Is fasting too much to ask? Possibly). A couple of weeks ago – possibly under the influence of too much Cormoran Strike – I booked a day at The Association of Christian Writers  – Writers’ Day. When I booked it – it felt like it was years away and suddenly I find it’s next week. Now I am regretting it heartily because it is full of proper writers; not to mention proper Christians and, as you know, I am weirdly shy and may go the whole day without actually opening my mouth to speak. And you have to take your own lunch so I will probably be too afraid to actually chew and will choke to death. Noisily. Arrrgh! Still, I should learn stuff I suppose. Probably not to headline your blogs with anything to do with sex, old people or both.




  1. Pat cass
    October 1, 2017 / 9:54 pm

    I will add you to my list Les!

    • lesleyps91
      October 2, 2017 / 7:12 am

      Thanks Pat. He always listens to you.

  2. October 2, 2017 / 6:57 am

    Thanks for the review. I think the title sounds a bit twee though (that’s when I’m not giggling) I too have always been fond of Barefoot in the Park. Personally avoiding barefooted activities at the moment due to painful verruca. Enjoy your ACW day. Look out for Lucy Mills. She’s a great mate of mine, and reassuringly normal, I suspect you’d get on well with her. Have a good week

    • lesleyps91
      October 2, 2017 / 9:16 pm

      It’s a bit cold for Barefoot here and damp on your toes as well

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