I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about time, and how quickly it passes. Just yesterday it seemed like youth was forever, and now I’m looking in the mirror seeing grey hair and wrinkles forming, and I realize it won’t be long now until everything just sags and collapses. Soon I’ll be wearing elastic waist pants (like I don’t already, who am I kidding)? and flowered shirts and wearing geriatric shoes and liking it. I don’t know if this is just my perception, but there seems to be an awful lot of those “Before and After” celebrity shots that show stars twenty years ago and what they look like now, appearing everywhere. It’s jarring, to say the least, because even if you’ve followed the career of say, Kate Moss, the aging was gradual. Looking at pictures of her taken in 1992 and today side by side is shocking. The sudden death of my mother several weeks ago has only highlighted this for me. Hours before she died she was making plans ...