I’m hopeless with numbers and often write the wrong year on a cheque (and not just at the turn of the year...) I truly forget how old I am and it really can be a state of mind. Some people are ‘old’ at thirty.
A kind man at the railway station said “What are you doing with your mother’s pass?” when I turned 60, bless him.
Wes Streeting announces we have 1,000 days to prepare for war.
What job would you do now, if you had the choice? (Light hearted)



