A rare look in the bathroom mirror. Oh God. What do I see staring back at me? A blowsy, craggy, droopy, blotchy and really quite cross middle-aged man. He has skin like a Cumberland sausage. A pink nose and blurry spot scars. His triangle of sadness is fast becoming a despondent zone of disinterest. His resting Punch face — those mean, parallel verticals that drop downwards from the edge of the thin and increasingly cruel mouth — makes him look like a scowling puppet. (Or someone you would actually like to punch.)
Maybe a broad smile could be a quick fix? A big grin lights up the face, gets the eyes to twinkle a bit. But at this age (60, since you ask), smiling all
