There is something unsettling about seeing yourself at nearing fifty; my oath, how did we get so old? And of course it was all whizzing by whilst you were worrying about stuff. A better way to look at it is, wow unbelievable that I made it this far (bad judgement a plenty, motorcycles, near misses on bicycles and in the sea), and if I make it to sixty I'll be thinking how young we all were. Of course the cat had to be included.
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