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When Helen turned 50 last month, one little present she got was a book of jokes about getting old. The book advised that if you don't want to seem like you're getting on in years when you sit down, it's best to avoid a big sigh and saying:

"Ah, That's Better"

This was particularly funny as we'd both done it not long before reading the book.  Some years ago, I heard my Nana say "There's nothing like a good sit down". There is life in this old dog yetand hopefully I have a few more decades before I start saying that. This is what Dylan Thomas had to say on the subject (and incidentally this whole poem is graffiti'd on the wall of the gents in our local pub):

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Cheers, Tom.