Threescore years less five

So, here I am, arrived at the halfway point of my time as the eponymous quinquagenarian (don't worry, I've already got a revised title for the blog lined up, should it, or indeed I, last another five years - what a sad, pretentious bastard, eh!). Needless to say, I don't feel the least bit different from how I felt yesterday, and I haven't done anything different, either - I've been out and about, been treated to some (mostly touristy) eye candy, fallen in lust at least once (with a very cute boy by a bus stop at the Trafalgar Square end of Whitehall), and now I'm in my local. I hoped K would be well enough to come out for a birthday meal with me (not necessarily here), but it's not to be - she is feeling better than earlier in the week, but still a good way short of 100%. So, it's just me, the Kindle, and a few beers - and I'm determined to make the best of it. Happy Birthday to me!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B