As I’ve been discovering over the past few years, it isn’t the
growing number of lines on your face which indicates your descent towards
dotage, it’s the set of your eyes. They somehow contrive to look more tired,
and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because your soul is winding down.
More appropriately, it also reminded me of that curious
incident about six years ago when my mobile phone mysteriously called my
landline while I was in another room. (I think I made a post about it on this
blog.) Both phones were on the desk in my office at the time, and the call was
confirmed by both BT’s record of my landline and the mobile’s call register. I
told the story to three people who know about such things and they all said it
was impossible, but it happened. It did. If anybody out there can explain it, I’d
be happy to hear from them.
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