So the grim reality is setting in. I getting old. When I took to the youngsters fresh out of school now I am actually missing some of what they say. The jargon is passing me without even a polite nod and 'howdie there?!?!'
And the nail in the coffin. The grey hair count is at 3. Oh my, I like I over the hill. Time to start thinking about that dreaded exam where you give up the one thing that made me a real man. I dare not utter these words here.
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