A while back I was asked if I planned to retire any time soon and I said didn’t have time. Then earlier this month I turned 71, and another friend asked me if I felt older. No, I don’t have time for that either. Which makes me think that someone I read once who said that a real interest in something keeps you young, may have been right. Of course they were speaking metaphorically, a pity that. Bceause if it was literal I think my enthusiasm for my writing could keep me alive for a very long time indeed!