One day you’re snogging boys, the next you’re looking sixty in the eye. I don’t feel sixty, I don’t even feel like a grown up, and the word middle aged is starting to feel ridiculous, but all of a sudden I’m getting a little bit old. One thing’s for sure, I’m going to try to have a ball. While I still can. While I still have my own teeth and my own hips. Oh yes. Oh very yes. What will this mean, where will this lead? I am not sure, but it might lead me into some mischief. I hope so. tell me about your mischief.