All To Play For (2)

An auld fiddle plays the best tune?
It's my birthday today - thanks for all the cards and presents, it took me hours to open them all - twenty-one again!
Actually fifty-one's not that old - although it does look like it when you type it out in full. Apart from failing eyesight (cannae read a thing without the specs), dodgy knees, greying sideburns and creaking bones I feel fit as a fiddle. With my change of diet and new fitness regime of the last few weeks I have managed to put on two pounds: I am strongly tempted to return to my trusty Golden Wonder diet next week!
Getting older does have it's advantages, I'm told - but I've yet to find out what these actually are. However the alternative to growing older isn't really a palatable option, so we soldier on. And growing older doesn't mean that you have to grow up!
I am inspired by Greg Norman's performance in the Open this week. He starts the final day with a lead of two shots, despite having played little seriously competitive golf over the last few years - and he's 53! He looks extremely fit and seems to be enjoying himself immensely. My guess is that he, too, has discovered the benefits of the Golden Wonder diet!
I'm off to open the rest of my presents - if I can find my glasses!
The image above is neither Greg Norman nor myself, although this chap looks how I feel some mornings.