Third Age
What a fuss about the Pope retiring. At the age of 85, why wouldn’t he choose to put up his pretty red shoes and sit dozing in the sun with…
Third age
A friend’s aunt (a contemporary of mine) used to come to the breakfast table at her home in NZ in the mid-1950s to find that there were holes in the…
Third Age
Guiltily listening to the Sydney International Piano Competition on ABC Radio in July, I reminded myself that one of the blessings of old age is that one need never sit…


