A couple of famous authors celebrated their birthday on this date, Louisa May Alcott, of Little Women fame, and Clive Staples (better known as C.S.) Lewis, of the Chronicles of Narnia fame. Uncultured pleb that I am, I have read none of the works of either of these literary greats. So much to read, so little time.
It’s also the birthday of John Mayall, the father of British blues, who’s 71 today. My schoolmates used to make me listen to him and the Bluesbreakers in the late 1960s. I didn’t like it then and I still don’t.
As for me, well, I’m fifty today. I haven’t collapsed into terminal depression yet so I’ll probably get past this milestone without too much angst ! Nature willing, I’ve got plenty of years left to enjoy this world and its wonders. After watching Michael Palin clamber up to the Annapurna base camp on TV the other night I realised I haven’t even started yet. Looks like we’ll have to get some hiking boots and back-packs, Sweetness ! I can't see the diet making a lot of progress today though.