If I was a car I'd be a 1995 Ford Laser.
Compact, 188 000 km on the clock, motor still runs but could do with some work, body a long way from showroom condition but would just pass a roadworthy.
A mechanic might be tempted to take me on because, with a little tinkering and a lot of elbow grease, I could still be useful for another 150 000 km.
I started thinking about myself as a car a couple of weeks ago when a letter arrived from the Princess Park clinic.
Dropped in the letterbox a couple of days after my 45th birthday, it cheerfully said, ``Happy birthday, now that you're 45...