In anyone's language 90 is a big deal. It might not be enough to get you a telegram from the Queen but it's quite an achievement just the same.
My neighbour Margaret turns 90 on Saturday. There will be a celebratory morning tea at my place. However, nine decades deserves a festival of celebrations. Today the party began. Every week, Margaret goes to the hairdresser to have her hair washed and set. They love her so at her appointment today they made her feel special. There was cake and flowers. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat. She has been saying that given her mum lived beyond 101, 90 is no big deal. But no-one is too old to want to be spoiled or feel special. Let the celebrations begin.
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