Death and taxes

I have been to a friend's funeral today and it just struck me that you reach an age when you suddenly realise that although journey's end is not yet in sight - at least you hope not - there is a lot less road ahead then behind. Not quite over the hill but you have a pretty good view of the other side.

The point is driven home when you realise that the good suit is coming out of the wardrobe more for funerals than for going out for a good time and that the funerals more and more are for contemporaries rather than those who have racked up their allotted three score years and ten and often more.

Anthing over 70 meant you had had a few years belonging to someone else according to my father and someone must have taken quite a few which belonged to my friend as he finally lost his long and remarkably cheerful battle against a dibilitating illness.

I am not making any point, or moaning, just making an observation. When you are young you are going to live for ever. As you get older forever starts to become less of a concept and more of an appointment.