old life

I don’t know about similarly affected people, but when his hair started thinning the Fool suddenly began finding himself with frequent bruises – and even open wounds – in his tender scalp.

One gets used to it.

I just seem to have missed the part when these morphed from the proudly exhibited war wounds of the rugged, handsome man-about-the-outdoors to the sad marks of the tottery old Fool, distractedly bumping into things.

And it used to take sharp-edged stone lintels to actually draw blood. Now, any old rotten wooden beam will do the job.