I guess the creeping years catch up eventually - a wrinkle here, a grey hair there, body hair sprouting in placed that used to be smooth as a baby's behind. Even a few aches in the morning - but I am putting that down to the need for a new bed at the moment.
I am refusing to get old.
OK, I am not going for immortality. I accept that I am going to be pushing up daisies one day - part of me is even looking forward to it. I just refuse to become an "old man" before that happens, no matter how many years it may take me to get there.
I will remain young at heart - playing my guitars, playing with toy soldiers and having silly conversations. Do you think we will still be blogging (or whatever replaces it) by then? I hope so.
In the meantime, maybe I can get a 2nd job as Santa this Christmas?