Is it a question of sweet serendipity?

For me it is not a question of sweet serendipity. It is quite the opposite. It’s not that I fear my More

Where are my spectacles and keys?

When you can no longer do the things things you used to do  well in your youth, then I

suppose its a sign that you are not getting younger. Now in my middle age, I have

discovered something disconcerting about my memory. I tell myself its not dementia.

Picture this: More