A sobering thought
I'm just tidying up after our New Years Day party - surprisingly little food left, and had Andy not been ill, we would have had none left so well done me for estimating how much to buy.
Anyway, I got talking to Rich who was bemoaning the fact that he was "the oldest man alive". Turns out he's three weeks younger than me..... But as we talked about being old and infirm, swapping amusing stories about catheters and steradent tablets, I pointed out to him that now its 2007, we can both say that we'll be 40 next year. Excuse me while I take my false teeth out and go and sob into my sanatogen vitamin drink.
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Jef is 40 next year too, in April. There, you're only as old as Jef. :)
My mother has made this calculation every new year for as long as I can remember. When I was eight and going to be 10 the next year, it was terribly exciting; but when she phones me in the next 48 hours to remind me of my impending 37th, I'll probably let it go to voicemail.
And Esme is two next year! Time flies when you're having fun.
Sigh. Creak.
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