" .... But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. "

I am wearing purple nail varnish to mark this auspicious occasion of my decline into blog-induced senility. No hat though. Having a small head makes it difficult to wear such accessories successfully. That can wait until I'm further on into my inevitable spiral and won't care a jot for the odd stares as my cataracts will protect me from them.

I shall choose something vaguely and tastefully outlandish. Probably a thick felt number, cowboy stylee, with a small buckled belt around the crown. But in the deepest purple. And when it is lifted from my little head, it will reveal a reversion to baby soft, white whispy puffs of hair and an indication that the grey matter has reverted along with it.

That is for then, this is for now.