Age.

I don't think about my age very much, it isn't something which worries me, I like being older and wiser and happier. The only time it occurs to me is the odd time I catch sight of my hands, either washing, cooking doing something for one of the children. I don't recognise them and it takes me a back.

Feeling a bit out of sorts today. I can hear the sheep up the hill crying out for their lambs (it must be the time of year they separate them) and even as a meat eater I find the noise distressing. Tearful and sad.