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Last night we were all supposed to spend the night outdoors, under hawthorn bushes, waiting with bated breath to hear the tinkling bells of the Fairy Queen's coach. It seems like no time at all since I was plucking the thorns out of my bum from last year's celebrations. But enough of that, I agree with granny:" where does the time go?"

Next weekend will see my 50th birthday. Half a century! I never thought I would live to be 50. I feel impossibly old! Where has all that time gone? And what do I have to show for it? Half a dozen "impressive" paper qualifications, a knackered heart and a business that swallows every hour that God sees fit to grant me. A couple of real friends and a couple of dogs and the reputation of being a miserable old washer woman (thanks for that, kipax). That is about the sum total of my life's achievements. Not much to show for the first fifty years, is it?
Any suggestions for the next fifty years, on a postcard to the usual address.