This is what I see in the mirror this morning.
How is this possible?
I thought I looked like this:
OK - in my dreams. But it is a bit of a shock.
Even though I see myself every morning for ten minutes or so while I put my warpaint on, I tend to check things out in isolation. Frown lines - check. Eyebrows - check. Thread veins - check. I put my make-up on every day because other people have to look at me, but I rarely take much notice of the whole package, as it were, short of making sure that I won't frighten small children or the postman.
When did I get old? My eyes - which used to be blue - are going grey, presumably in sympathy with my hair. My cheekbones used to be chiseled - now they seem... trowelled. And whose chin is that? I seem to have acquired someone else's - in fact, several people's.
Well, at least I know what lies in store now. If I had diamonds, I would wear them.