I have my father's bloodhound eyes, hooded and pouched, but I wear spectacles, so no one notices but me and nobody cares. As for wrinkles -- a classic Figure 11 between my eyebrows and a fine set of crow's feet. It's the reading and the squinting.

Himself, my better half, has curly white hair so beautiful that total strangers comment on it -- "Ooooh! How do you get it like that?" He squirms a bit and giggles. I'm almost 64 and have grey hair only in my eyebrows, and the hairdresser thinks I'm a genetic freak. She should have seen my granny, who had dark brown hair with only a skunk streak of silver right up to her death at 92.