Your fingers on the pulse

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THERE is nothing like the passing comments of a five-year-old boy to wither your self-esteem. “Ew, mum, your hands are so old,” he complained last week.

I’m getting to that stage where the skin doesn’t quite spring back into place as quick. And there is little I can do about it.