It’s a small admission but a significant one. To Mecannylad’s great surprise, though I am clearly closer to the grave than the cradle, I’ve become what I’d dare to describe as being happier than ever. A feeling all the more solid for its unspectacularness.
I suppose no longer craving the spectacular yet living amongst it here in the heart of the Peak District is probably part of this subtle conundrum. Caring a lot less about what you look like, how you’re supposed to behave, whether or not you are cool, is a gift that makes getting older much more pleasurable than I ever dared hope.
Raise your glasses ..... to old age.
