I’m 70 today, I don’t believe it. We actually decided to postpone the thing till January when I should be feeling better, but various people called round to wish me well, and I got to see a friend from school when I was 8, whose birthday is 2 days later then mine.
I don’t feel 70. 70 is old people who sit around reminising about the old days and doing nothing useful. I’m still having too much fun from life.
Even this year, which I had written off as a dead loss because of the cancer has been worthwhile. Sure there have been some bad days, some very bad days, but I’ve still achieved a lot.
- I’ve written up most of my work stories on this site,
- I’ve done several translations from Welsh, which are going down well. Beryl’s choir are using two of them (Calon Lan and Men of Harlech) in a concert to raise money for Macmillan nurses.
- I’ve done several Murder Mystery plots one of which (Green Cyanide) the Levenshulme Players will use on Dec 10 at Levenshulme Inspire.
- I’ve got a collection of short stories nearly ready, just one story to complete, and get everything checked.
And I’ve survived. I think it’s been a good day.