Isn’t it funny, changing from being young to being old? When I was young I simply couldn’t imagine being old. It was another country. But now I look back and see that being young is just a phase. You grow out of it.
Isn’t it funny, changing from being young to being old? When I was young I simply couldn’t imagine being old. It was another country. But now I look back and see that being young is just a phase. You grow out of it.
I wonder what you did in your holidays? Now we’re older, it seems very fashionable to say: “Oh, I can’t bear lying on a beach all day…” as if there were something morally wrong with relaxing or getting a tan. Is it really so necessary, at our great age, to spend our time Doing Things? Anyway, most people of our age have seen the inside of enough churches to last them a lifetime (if only they weren’t all the same shape, like cars, that’s my gripe) I’ve discovered that what the vast majority of my friends like doing on holiday is sitting in a foreign café having a retzina or a citron presse, and “people-watching.”