Age is very much a state of mind. I was in a shop yesterday and a woman waddled in with one of those bodies that says, I eat lots of processed food. She looked dreadful. She was probably mid-fifties.

I can still get off the floor, I have allowed my hair to be white, and life is not so bad. When I look at so many around me with serious illnesses, I am happy to be alive. Thanks Ruby. You've made me think about, and be grateful for being alove.