I was 65 when my latest son was born – a mere 28 years after the next youngest. I naturally asked my three other sons’ permission (although it was too late by then) and they didn’t seem to have a problem with it. What other people made or make of it is not clear, because…
Now you see me, now you don’t
Annie Forsyth is a greyhare with grey hair. Annie considers the benefits or otherwise and concludes that visibility is in the eye of the beholder. Meanwhile, the greyhares editor uses a feeble excuse to feature grey-haired George Clooney on the site. I deliberately chose to let my hair grow grey and have never dyed it. I am…
Hare shirts: the perfect new year’s resolution
There are those things in life that you wish you could stop doing (like eating and drinking too much) and those that you wish you could start doing (like keeping in touch with friends or keeping fit). In moments of weakness or alcohol-fuelled introspection we sometimes resolve to do something about these errors and omissions. However, this…
Gentlemen who lunch
Men who learn to cook later on in life do so for a variety of reasons, either out of necessity (bereavement, divorce) or choice (curiosity, more time on their hands). In my neighbour Barry's case it was an ultimatum from his wife along the lines of, "if something happened to me, you'd starve." There is…
On being older
I am now 67 and am having the time of my life. Inevitably, the way I am feeling and acting now is the product of both my age and my recent retirement, and the exact contribution of the two components is difficult to disentangle. I actually retired from being an academic with an active role in…
French as she (or he) is spoke
By my early sixties the limitations of my 1958 ‘O’ Level French were being cruelly exposed when attempting to converse with my neighbours in France and for the last four years or so I have been learning French. I have done the majority of my studying at the Institut Francais in London, and this has…