In the words of some bloke off the telly 'I don't belieeeeeve it!'
Last Tuesday I reached the golden age of the half century.
By Saturday's post (some 4 days later, er, for those who can't count, or who've lost count) I recieved, from our local hospital, a kit for collecting poo, so that I can send it back to them and they can test it for bowel cancer!
In other areas you need to be 60 to do this.
I suppose if they look after us right, and detect it early - we may live until at least 60, eh?