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A warm thank you to those who sent me such sweet and generous birthday wishes. I am now more than 28,836 days old and almost certainly in the last act of this strange eventful farce called life. I can remember when I was only about 1,095 days old losing my mother in Woolworths, Lord Street, Liverpool in 1938. I remember the panic I felt as I yelped in terror and all the wide sympathetic eyes of a group of women trying to console me.