Have you noticed that unbreakable tensile object pushing right up your arse through your spine making you more unbendable each day. That slow realisation that you are no longer a flexible piece of floatsam that will adjust, change, morph into anything you have to be. The edges are more clearly defined now and you aren't quite sure you like the image that's emerging. Small, vindictive adjectives you used as a kid to describe grown-ups seem to fit perfectly. So last season, eh? well, you'll join the old hag club someday and I have bigger breasts for now. so pfptttt....