What Next?A question that haunts me at the ripe old age of 60. I wrote my life story recently knowing full well that the book may have an end but not the subject matter. This is not the precursor to a massive whinge about life. What I have experienced in life is largely a result of choice, mine. The rest was just life's rich pattern unfolding.
I take comfort from the fact that my convoluted tale is magnificent bore for Britain material by a consummate prat. If anyone wants the details please ask.