Over 50? I seem to remember being a youth of that age some time ago now. Those days just prior to the onset of nasal, eyebrow and ear plucking. They say that a fine wine matures and becomes better with age; unless, like me, you just happen to be corked. I find that the finest way to relaxation bordering upon total exhaustion is to attempt the hourly quizzes. It ensures a modicum of sobriety and a great deal of enjoyment.
Life is just a bowl of cherries, and that makes for an awful lot of stones.