…do whatever I want 😉
Around 11.45pm on this day 56 years ago, a somewhat chunky baby with a thick mop of 
red hair fell ( well almost) into the world. …not that I remember it, but it was one of those great stories that my Dad loved to share. (Had I waited just another 15 minutes they wouldn’t have been charged for an extra day in hospital… but no I was in a hurry), there was no crossing legs to save a few dollars where Mum was concerned.
Anyway the rest is history ….and here we are.
I’ve never been one to worry about age …after all it’s just a number and means very little, BUT I must admit to feeling just a teeny pang at having fallen into the wrong side of my 5th decade.
55 was fine …neither early 50’s or late 50’s …. but 56 has just tipped the scales to the dark side, and, as was pointed out today …into the next check-box on most surveys. eeek (maybe I’ll just lie – rather than be categorised in the 56-70yr age bracket).
Anyway … life is good and certainly better than the alternative …. I’m still 50Something but not dead yet !
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Wonder Years 
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