Congratulations to the Duke of Edinburgh who was 90 yesterday. Is he really 90? I fear he looks no older than me . . .
He tried to sound 90 in his interview,
"I reckon I've done my bit so I want to enjoy myself a bit now, with less responsibility, less frantic rushing about, less preparation, less trying to think of something to say," he said. "On top of that, your memory's going - I can't remember names and things."
In the light of which it is somewhat strange that his wife bestowed upon him a new name/title to remember - that of Lord High Admiral, a title that was hers until yesterday.
Isn't that marriage? You get to your 90th birthday and for a present the wife decides you should be doing one of her chores to help her out . . .
