Happy New Year to you all. I have taken a quick few days off to celebrate the sixtieth birthday in peace and contemplation (alcohol assisted, it must be confessed). On the pleasure of the location, I shall shortly wax lyrical. But for the time being, it is enough to say that the new year is just about to chime --and that's it.
I have already taken delivery of my senior railcard. The website was truly ghastly, full of advertising granny talk. "It means you can save money on visits to the grandkids, trips into town to catch a show, or weekends by the seaside" ran the spiel, apparently oblivious to the fact that the years 60-70 were now working years for most of us lucky enough to be employed at all, and "weekends at the seaside" were not really in our purview.
And I realised from the Today Programme that I would now get free prescriptions. So what about a bus pass, I wondered.