The days of our age are threescore years and ten; and though men be so strong that they come to fourscore years: yet is their strength then but labour and sorrow; so soon passeth it away, and we are gone.
Psalm 90, verse 10 (Cranmer’s Book of Common Prayer)
I was born on Sunday 19 July 1936, in the sixth month of the reign of the late King Edward viii.
So I am 80 today.
The psalmist did not know about our wonderful National Health Service.
In this Indian summer of my existence, after being successively a child, a schoolboy, a Royal Engineer, an undergraduate, a barrister, a QC, a judge and a mediator, I have embarked on an unexpected ninth life as a legal blogger, with nearly 4,000 followers.
The first eight lives had an element of predictability about them. The ninth is wholly unexpected.
“Old age hath yet its honour and its toil;
Death closes all, but something ere the end
Some work of noble note may yet be done…”
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Ulysses