I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. (T.S. Eliot)
I forgot about it in my travels, but this week I turned 73. Seriously in my crone years now.
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. (T.S. Eliot)
I forgot about it in my travels, but this week I turned 73. Seriously in my crone years now.
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Looking forward to entering my own “coot”/“codger” era (if I haven’t already)