It’s depressing, but I feel like a paedophile if I find myself leching at any woman under 40. Even more depressing - very few women seem lechworthy any more. The general female population can’t be getting significantly more homely, so it must be me. Ah well.
There are, however, some good things about growing old. I am no longer disappointed by thermostats in hotel rooms. I now KNOW that they’re a kind of logistical placebo and no matter how much I fiddle with them, I will wake up in the middle of the night with frostbite in my toes. Either that, or I'll be soaked in sweat.