Suddenly one discovers that, due to the exigencies of a wastrel family, one might need to renew that old southern licence in October and attempt to enter the employment market.
As one ruefully tries to remember where one parked the Zimmer frame and being of a youthful and disposition one ponders on your age limits for experienced African aviators of European nomadic lineage. No ageist interpretations will be inferred or even deduced, just a guide line will do nicely as in, 'we'd prefer it if you spoke Swahili and were under seventy five.'