Artur‘s birthday today reminded me of his great pictures of me dancing with gorgeous ladies which remind me of how much I am missing during this period of suspended animation while I’m waiting for my stolen life to start up again! You know, the one where I went dancing 6 nights a week as opposed to wondering why I’m bothering to get up today! Lol
At the age of 75 I could be forgiven for thinking that the government is wasting what could be the last few year’s of my life – my dad died when he was 77 – but as I have no perceivable underlying morbidity there’s no reason why I shouldn’t live until I’m at least 120 while continuing to salsa dance energetically three times a week including at least once in London!