As a florist, b e tw een working with a knife, stabs from r ose thorns and handling wet stems and oasis, my hands take a bit of a battering with work. I've had burns, glass cuts, fingers shut in doors, and even lost a nail many moons ago. If you look at my hands, they're showing their age, but there's no sign of all they've been through. I've got scars in other places. I was quite a clumsy child and had numerous scrapes and bumps. I fell over in an oil-covered car park when I was ten years old and had a black knee well into my thirties. I've had two children, and my body has kept the memory of the stretching. But my skin didn't remain stretched! Amazing! The human body is an absolute masterpiece. I'm delighted to have saucepans that were wedding presents, still going strong, yet I'm rarely thankful that my body has been working continually for nearly twice the time and, on the whole, is doing a great job. We are not only fearfully and wonderfully mad...