Terry is off to town presently, to sign on. He is not a happy chap but needs must and all that. It is a glorious day outside. The sun is blindingly bright and it is quite mild. It was my older sister’s birthday yesterday and next year she becomes an old age pensioner. Gosh, that makes me feel old. She is only a year and a half older than me. I have found, as I have got older, that I feel like I am two people. One, the body, is getting old and vaguely decrepit and the other, my mind, is still thirty years old. Sometimes, it is difficult to marry these two sides of me. There are so many things I would love to still do, that I no longer can, or rather, there is a heavy price to pay, if I do. At our last family get together, my sisters and I danced to Irish jig music…not a pretty sight but the next day, I could not even walk. I don’t mind the greying hair or the less than perfect skin; I accept these without a backward glance. I do resent the physical limitations put on me by getting older. How can a mind be full of unspent energy?????