If I was in NZ I would be 60 already, though technically, since I was born in England at 1.15 in the morning, I won’t be 60 years old in absolute chronological terms until 9.15 tomorrow morning western Australia time.
When I look in the mirror (something I try to avoid) I don’t see a sixty year old man. I see a stranger. Someone I sort of recognise but don’t know. That is not me. I got lost in about 1975.