When you’re approaching sixty, (as in years old, not sixty samoosas or cupcakes) you tend to be less easily astonished. But this morning I felt the unusual sensation of my eyebrows going up and wrinkling my forehead in a way it hasn’t experienced for many years.
I found this via a random re-tweet on Twitter. It was No. 6 that diddit.
I’m glad I can still feel amazement. I wish it didn’t come with a kicker of utter horror.