It is not how old you are, but how you are old.
~ Jules Renard
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Brilliant!
😀
Is that like – It’s not what you do, it’s the way that you do it?? 🙂
Cathy
Cathy, it is on the same line!
In my head I am 12, but my body disagrees. So do the photos of me taken by others, which always shock me back into reality.
Dianne, I had an aunt who never liked any photo taken of her and she tore them up, or cut herself out of them. When she died her children, then adults, not no photos of their mother, thankfully mammy had and gave them all copies.
That’s so true.
Isn’t it just, Gerlinde!
I’m not old. I refuse to be old. What do you mean, I’m old? La la la la, can’t hear you….
Nick, you have to catch up with me, before anyone can say you are old!