Hoping you have a truly wonderful day. - And in honour of another great man who shares his birthday with you - Robert Burns - here is a little ditty (not one of his I hasten to add, no need to depress you!) I thank whatever gods may be For all the happiness that's mine; That I am festive, fit and free To savour women, wit and wine; That I may game of golf enjoy, And have a formidable drive: In short, that I'm a happy old boy Though I be Sixty-and-five. My daughter thinks because I'm old (I'm not a crock, when all is said), I mustn't let my feet get cold, And should wear woollen socks in bed; A worsted night-cap too, forsooth! To humour her I won't contrive: A man is in his second youth When he is Sixty-and-five. At four-score years old age begins, And not till then, I warn my wife; At eighty I'll recant my sins, And live a staid and sober life. But meantime let me whoop it up, And tell the world that I'm alive: Fill to the brim the bubbly cup - Here's health to Sixty-and-five!