Serendipity

Just as I was thinking I'd like to re-read Love in a Cold Climate (I must have read it 30 years ago and no longer have a copy), I went to visit my sister, and there was a newish copy on her shelf ...

Today, over breakfast, I opened it to browse and almost the first thing I read were these words:

'I wish you needn't go on about Sonia being an old woman on the brink of the grave,' he said, 'she is barely sixty, you know, only about ten years older than your aunt Emily.'

Nancy Mitford, Love in a Cold Climate (1949)




I turned 60 a few days ago, and it is quite possible that I'm on the brink of my grave, but I don't feel it.