I’m going to be 90 in four weeks. What with Covid.19 and lockdown and my advanced age and isolation, nothing will happen to mark the occasion. Ninety isn’t as old as it used to be, so it’s no big deal. Lots of people, at least the ones who haven’t died already, are in their nineties You see birthday cards for ninety-year-olds now. They used to be rare. I still owe a generic Xmas letter to people. (I have a list, of course.)
I think I’ll go piggyback on my birthday, my generic and my blog.
Soon.
Speaking of piggybacks, I’m going to do one tomorrow. I will explain.
Anon, anon.