Sometimes I wonder why I write this blog because there is very little going on in this life of mine. And yet, I love it, love it so much that I want at least 25 more years of it.
That number must seem crazy to young folks. Twenty-five years. An absolute lifetime and yet, no time at all. If I am allowed that extra quarter of a century I know it will fly past and, as it goes, I'll get stiffer and sorer and - I don't care, I still want it!
Even if my lovely Bert doesn't come with me - I still want it.
I showed him that picture taken about an hour ago and told him it was online already. He said,
I don't care.
