But of course I know that I am 26, quite slim, long copper hair, living life travelling singing meeting people learning codes and cyphers etc. However round here there is something wrong with the mirrors in shop windows. I never seem to catch a glimpse of myself, there is this flipping slowcoach of a woman with white hair and walking sometimes in an odd way and quite slow. She says she is 80, so have no idea who she is but shee seems around a lot, sometimes as Gangsta Granny on the Yellow Peril. !! I often feel frustrated about the struggle to do things that used to be easy but not sad often , there is always so much still to do, places to go books to read paintings to see and do. When I am older I will probably slow down a bit, at the moment there is so much wants sorting out but havent time there is life to be lived. However painful or struggling it is of course better than the alternative!!