There are many signs of middle age: large tufts of hair growing out of your ears, a waistband that seems to grow each night regardless if all you have had to eat is a carrot, and an increasing bewilderment to the strange noises that younger people call “music.”
This morning however I realised without doubt that I am really old because I looked out of the window and heard my self say: “Ooh good, it’s raining.” This means you are more interested in your plants looking good than getting a tan and looking like George Hamilton yourself.
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charles patty: tried to listen & watch, expanded to full screen on the Gateway media edition widows xp , but...
Gillian McIntyre: Hi there Nan. We’re also doing a cruise on the carnival Breeze in September, and we’re...
Karen Luddington: Hi John! That was a wonderful interview with Mr. Cahill! It’s nice to get a little peek of...
I started this blog when a lady called Stephanie said "Oh John, please write a blog, it will only be for a week and won't take up much of your time."
That was back in 1492 and here I am still writing in the same pair of underpants.
