reasonably old actually

We went away to York last week .. Mrs K and myself by way of celebrating our 19th anniversary and my 43rd year on the planet. The former more cause for celebration than the latter. It's not that I'm uncomfortable getting older (and I think wiser, as it happens) it's just that it heralds one step closer to infirm mind, loose sphincters and lost memories.. a dissolving of self. Yeah yeah.. shut up, I know - that's all years and years away but it is still there, standing off in the shadows awaiting the moment to nudge me off the dance floor and take over. is that from the Seven ages of man - who did that series of paintings? Could Google it now I suppose.
So, (have you noticed how lots of conversations start with 'So..' at the moment .. at least in the media / professional circles I inhabit). I for one have started to do it.. I never got the Australia question_at_end_of_sentence high pitch inflection verbal tick.. but the "so,.." American_prefix has got me. Doh.
So, we went to York without the kids and had a great time eating and shopping and doing the other stuff you do in hotels without kids or every routines getting in the way in the day time. hell yeah, whoo hoo.
On the same day as my 43rd I got my eyes tested - de-rigour black framed digital marketeer glasses are now on their way. Vari-focals to allow for the degradation of both near and long distance focus. oh man. First the hair now the eyes, lucky I still have my figure [cough] .