It’s Just A Number

Funny thing, birthdays. They keep turning up, like the man who regularly knocks on the front door and tries to sell me horse manure. ‘Lovely stuff, Mr Le Pard. Nice and friable. Good for the roses.’ Like my birthdays. This one, today, is my sixty-fifth. Back when a Johnson was a slang term for a […]

It’s Just A Number

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