'With age and the dropping of lids,my eyes absorb become slits through which I peer, and I would quite like to see them again'I am always surprised by how old I look. I am 82 and what I see in the mirror is not the young man I still, or in some ways,contemplate I am. I see somebody white-haired, who has black patches under the eyes and sunken cheeks.If I look a diminutive farther down, or I see the scars of operations – a quadruple bypass and God knows what. I am still here,but find life more of a trial than I used to: in my heyday I was sturdy, with lots of stamina.
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Source: theguardian.com