I love circuses and I have nothing against circus animals. I was pretty much weaned on going to the big tent. However, I don't much care about performing dogs and I have a suspicion that I am on occasion being treated like one! It is all to do with age.
I am who I am, not greatly different from the sort of person I used to be and as the years roll by and, in my own mind at least, I start to creak, to the outside world rather surprisingly, my chronological age does not appear too obvious. So when, as rarely as I can manage, I own up to my age, I get the feeling that I am being judged or appraised by my ability or whatever to actually put one foot in front of the other, string together a coherent sentence and not dribble. Ta very much!
I'll have you know that I am firing on all cylinders and intend to continue doing so. Why, only last weekend, in the context of wedding celebrations, I not only danced but donned a large moustache, Dame Edna Everidge diamante spectacles and a long cigarette holder for the benefit of a lurking photographer, who was taking wonderful pix as a memento of the occasion.
So there!
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