Am I Old Yet?
a podcast comedy audio serial by Flloyd Kennedy
Helen Docherty is in her 70s, happily living on her own in her London flat, except when her family decide to invade her space “to look after her”, or because they want her to fix them. Helen is determined to claim her space as ‘elder’, ‘senior’, ‘crone’ with dignity, honesty and joy. Although the dignity part is proving the most difficult…
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“Absolutely wonderful, almost sounds as if it was written by a real writer.”Bill Cooke, (who is even more twisted than Flloyd).
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Helen is having enough trouble coping with her ageing body and mind, let alone her bossy daughter who is staying with her in the latest lockdown, when a disturbing phone call creates a challenge and leads to a new lease of life on her own terms.
Helen’s over-protective daughter Janey has been staying with her for a month now, and Helen is over it. It’s time to face facts, and Helen wants to call things by their proper names.
Helen is excited to receive a bunch of beautiful flowers. Is there a secret admirer? Or is her highly strung daughter, Janey, right to be suspicious?
Helen is pleased to discover that she didn’t upset her very elderly neighbour, who has set her a puzzle instead. Granddaughter Susie calls up, seeking advice on her uni assignment. And what is Alexa on about?
Helen may have let something slip that she’d rather her family didn’t know about. And daffodils from Janey’s garden won’t help. But she’s delighted to receive a call from her Great Niece, Georgie, now living and working in Sydney. Sometimes it helps to have connections…
Helen has a crisis in the kitchen, but is it because she is old, or just stupid? 102-year-young Nana from next door has something to say on the subject. Meanwhile, Helen still hasn’t told Janey about the book.
Sparks fly when daughter Janey comes for lunch, and when the phone rings, Helen is challenged by an old friend to see things from a slightly different angle.
Helen seeks peace and quiet in the garden to work on the secret memoire (note to self: don’t take the phone with you). Susie is being harassed by Janey. Janey receives a surprise challenge from Georgie. Georgie is sworn to secrecy—again. How many secrets can one family sustain?
Janey is nothing like her mother… however, one simple phone call could change all that. Some daughters love to confide in their mothers, but Janey has a secret she really doesn’t want Helen to know about. And vice versa. Who will give way first?
It is a sign of the times that a phone call from an unknown caller has to be assumed to be a scammer. Helen decides to take them on, but she gets more than she bargained for. And is sweet Susie turning into a banshee? (I’ve used my song “Sometimes I think” as intro and outro, with the whole song at the end. You can find all of my songs on Bandcamp.)
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