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  • I'm having coffee by the lake.

    I take a walk through the gardens with a friend whom I think wants more…
  • Good friends are indulging me at dinner with Italian food and gifts of books.

    Each book is a reflection of their perceptions of me…
  • My team is winning 4-2.

    Today is special.

    The white Pelé volleys in his 200th
  • I've never been given flowers before.

    An algorithm introduced us. I have wanted her forever. She is vulnerable, fierce and elusive.

    We both have wondered why the other never took a chance…
  • I'm hosting a symposium on the future of cities.

    I pulled it off in just five weeks…
  • 11-year old Adam brings over a cake he baked for me himself.

    He is my cousin, but I'm old enough to be his father.

    We talk about Batman and Playstations.
  • I'm caressed by a late September sun at a rooftop cafe.

    A former protégé‎ and I are enjoying a pretentious lunch.

    He flirts with the Polish hostess, I have my first taste of caviar.
  • A box of cupcakes arrives from a Glasgwegian bakery.

    Despatched from across the ocean by a old flame.

    She never forgets – and if she does, her husband reminds her to send something.
  • I'm finally learning to ride a bike.

    My instructors are Francine and Malcolm, a retired newspaper editor and his wife.

    They're also teaching a middle-aged woman called Barbara. I guess I'm now middle-aged too.
  • I am unused to being the focus of attention.

    I'm reminded to be grateful of small moments and thoughtful gestures.

    Though this song is making me melancholy, I am enjoying forty.

    I'd been telling myself this would be halfway, but… it feels like a beginning :)
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