60...

To the casual observer this may look like a celebration to mark 60 years since the Queen's coronation.... I have other ideas. 60 is the number of minutes I have been trying to get sensible service in the N'Espresso shop. 60 is the number of times someone barged into me and/or my shopping bags this evening. 60 is the age I feel today. 60 is the number of remorseful thoughts I have had in the last hour about my lack of sleep this week (home at gone 10pm two nights on the trot followed by getting home at gone 2am on the other two nights). No-one could accuse me of not having a social life. 60 is the number of stones I am likely to weigh if I don't stop eating out!