Graeme apparently thought my relatively less-wrinkly skin was simply the result of good genes.
Very flattering. 
Unfortunately, one morning he discovered that genetics may have had a little assistance.
There I was, sitting around the house wearing a sheet mask and looking as though my face had been wrapped for storage. 
I still don’t know why he felt the need to take a photo.
Perhaps he wanted evidence.
So yes, Graeme…
some of it might be genetics.
But apparently the genes have a maintenance program.
Stories Along the Way 