Horray ! Our eldest has started baby sitting for us , the bonus for all that teenage angst is paying off ( a bit ! ) actually I'm being a bit unfair , she's lovely when she's not leaving wet towels everywhere and threatening to kill her sisters .
I can see the distain sometimes in her eyes , I may feel 21 inside but outwardly I feel I could become one if those anonymous middle aged men ,why can't we have the same effect of awe that an old oak tree has on a viewer ? The passage of time etching it's own signature on our skin . Like a fine old bottle of port we should be handled with care and respect , dusted off with excited expectant words before savouring ! In an age of youth worship I am fascinated by the almost repulsed effect that the ageing body can have on people , looking at the analogy of the tree further , we share it's anatomy , trunk ,limb , crown but a great yew tree will be fanatically protected because if it's twisted stoop , it's human counterpart at best with sympathy .
Of course there is the obvious benefit that nobody is going to cut you down at the zebra crossing to create a bespoke wardrobe , worship can be double sided .
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