In our college, the back walls of the lifts are mirrors. It's very noticeable that when the middle-aged staff members enter, they usually avert their eyes from the mirror, while the students often check their reflections, smooth their hair, look complacently at their lovely young faces.
And why not? Admire yourselves before the wrinkles come, kids. Enjoy it.
Of course, that's the slim ones. The fat ones ignore their reflections, hoping, I imagine, that if they can't see how fat they are, then they possibly aren't really. How well I understand that philosophy.
It's been a stressful day. I'm having to count my blessings a bit; and they are indeed manifold: wonderful children (why don't we have a word for grown-up offspring?) and a nice, kind husband to whom I've been married for 32 years. And it's nearly spring. Crocuses, snowdrops, Christmas roses are blooming and daffodils aren't going to be long. There's always something to look forward to in the garden.