I turn 60 this year. SIXTY.
Blah blah age is just a number, you’re only as old as you feel, 60 is the new 40 yeah yeah right.
I never got pearls for my 30th.
I never got rubies for my 40th.
No gold for my 50th [although I had a new wedding ring at 53]
I doubt if there’ll be diamonds at my 60th- but my wife is a diamond, so I’ll let it pass!
In happier news, mum and dad just celebrated their diamond wedding, so I’ve sent off for a letter from the queen for them. They are ardent royalists. Sigh again.
Anyway, what can I REALLY say about being 60? Hmm I’ve always said my lucky number is 6, because it’s a factor of each bit of my birthdate [18/6/60].
I often joke with the kids I teach that they shouldn’t keep me waiting as I’m so old I could die before they answer the question…then they ask if I’m 100 or something. ... [read more]