I rail against that con-man Father Time, who in my early days, sent years that dragged their tardy heels along; and now in hoary old age sends years, for ever on their toes, that sprint away with Olympian speed. This leaves me trailing badly, and sadly lapped nearing the finish tape sorely frustrated, with all too many unfulfilled aims and unrealised dreams … Thankfully, at least I have increasing belief and hope in God’s mercy.