For years and years I thought of myself as being 19 years old, until one day recently I realised I now think of myself as being about 30. (I was born 47 years ago - but that doesn't count!) I suppose this is what they mean about growing up...

Years ago I read a short story by Robert Heinlein. One of the two principal characters explains to the other how when she was a kid grown-ups used to say things like "you'll understand when you're older". It made her think that being grown-up was a pretty miserable business, with people understanding and knowing about all these depressing things that kids can't comprehend; so she decide she was never going to grow up. I've often felt like that too! I'm determined never to act my age until I'm sure I can grow old disgracefully.

As far as spelling is concerned, I've always been little shot of perfect. It's not because of any conscious action on my part, it's just a gift - not the one I would have picked as first choice if my Fairy Godmother had asked! Typing - now that's a difrrent matter!

Steve