As I approached my 80th birthday last month I thought I was about to join an exclusive but welcoming club. We 90th decade people would think deep thoughts, have coffee club mornings, publish unpublished manuscripts, go for forest walks, attend art gallery openings, and so on. Paradise.
Instead my 80th birthday launched me over a cliff to land where all my bones broke and every organ would be subject to surgical examination.
Still, home now, and paradise can begin. Right? I, say, Right??
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