All of us play fools some or the other way in this worldly stage,

whoever said only fools rush in.

I love reading Shakespeare, prose well woven with allusions.

Have fond memories of time not so long before or was it really long before?

It seems so long and I feel terribly old, not to mention that these days my eyes swoop down in a plea to go to bed right at the stroke of 12 pm,

and a normal work out wears me down.

And then at such an old age, I have been extended a kind invitation to an event which involves making pretty cupcakes with rainbow sprinkles, and something else exotic, 

which my old memory refuses to recollect now,

all in an event to mark and celebrate being 'single'.

Old age, bah.