Monthly Archives: March 2015

The Seven Ages of Man – seventh in Devon reflects first in Melbourne

Thought of this on seeing my husband’s niece’s Facebook post about her first child… “At first the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.” …contrasted with the dearly loved great-grandfather of said infant, who lives on – and on – … Continue reading

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