Cheese and wine, good brandy. Not much else. Bodies break down. Relationships suffer from breaking down bodies and the necessity to survive. Some books age well, but many don’t. Road surfaces, bridges, infrastructures, they all need repairing. And roofs and windows. Even Stonehenge needs a face lift. And look at Raglan Castle, the White tower of Gwent, “one of the ruins that Cromwell knocked about a bit.” And my socks have holes in them, and need darning. And my shirt collars are worn and need turning. My faithful jeans have started to fade, grow thin and tear. And my skin is wrinkling, my hands are spotted, and I’m losing my hair. Age and ageing – a time of despair. Even this old earth is beginning to look worse for wear.
rogermoorepoet 
True!
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Alas! I know from experience. That said, there is glory in the evening sunset!
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Come on Roger from the feminine perspective! W ho turns collars and mends socks these days or even knows how ! I turned the cuffs on George’s
Favourite shirt that he got soaked in spilt wine My girls were amazed that I could even do that!
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Well, I can still do it. nana Moore taught me how. That’s one thing about a convent education – I could sew pretty well when I was five years old. When I was in the Auberge (Moncton) I was the only male in the quilting group. That was an education in itself et tout en francais.
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Ah wrll I stand corrected too many assumptions on my part.
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Never make assumptions about our family, Fran. We are all super-normal – and very good people.
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