The Oldie

Don't tell me I'm losing my mind

How many people marooned in late middle age across this godforsaken planet show no signs whatever of cognitive decline?

Most typically, this will manifest itself as the sporadic failure of short-term recall – although I write smugly in the abstract as one of the lucky few. My own short-term memory remains indecently perfect.

How many people marooned in late middle age and beyond across… Forgive me, I find myself momentarily paralysed by an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

Anyway, there is news for anyone routinely chilled

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