Our walk along the beach in the morning helps blow away a few cobwebs. There might be mist out at sea, but the cool ocean breeze helps see off any lingering fog between the ears. It’s a nice time of day to take a walk, although it’s not something we ever did, pre-pandemic. We were too busy chasing after buses to get to the office. We used to do this walk in the afternoon, not the morning.
There’s a whole bunch of solid signs of ageing that I’ve noticed. It started a decade ago, when I realised that I considered brown to be a fashionable colour. There’s that uncomfortable moment when you realise that the hot girl in the office, the one that turns every male head as she walks past, is young enough to be your daughter.
A few days ago I thought of another one. I walk a full thirty metres everyday to a gate, rather than hop over the 30″ wall. As an act of defiance, I gingerly stepped over it, just this once. However, there’s no dodging the most recent sign of ageing. It is a bit of a psychological one. I’ve got to the point where a spot of illness prompts the assumption, ‘We’ll, I guess this is it, then”. Followed by an online search for how to write a will.
Yes, I’m almost certainly being a bit melodramatic. But then the doctor doesn’t help things. Not at all. In my youth, the quack would give me some pills, tell me I’ll soon be right as rain and that I should quite frankly man up a bit. Nowadays there are uncomfortable silences. Furious typing noises in the background. Some worried ooohs. And ahhhs. And I should pop in to give a sample.
Of course, no sooner do I do so, than I start feeling much better. That’s how these things work, right? But these are the days of the plague. One can take no chances. But I’m pretty confident I’ll still be about tomorrow for another walk along the beach.
The Mexile 
You paint a solid picture about where we all are going. Photographs would not help the telling of the tale. I am sharing some of your pearls of wisdom with Facebook friends.
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I can sympathise with you there, I quit work to move house two years ago or should I say I took a leave of absence to move (and never went back) and while doing some repairs broke my left knee falling through the outside stairs while carrying a ladder and tools. All I could do was strap up the leg and continue. It took three months to heal.
Recently I’ve discover that I can’t seem to lose weight. It was something I was never bothered about as I never collected it anyway. I walk Duff everyday although it’s not as brisk as it once was due to old wheezer sniffing every root along the way.
The only issue I find with our doctors is that Semaphore and Morse code seemed to have crossed up. I call, leave a message. A week later I get a message that my Dr will call two weeks from now. Our conversation lasts thirty seconds and my prescription will be faxed to my local pharmacy. Why not do it on the first or second call?
As regards that young filly, we are all in the same boat I’m sorry to say although it is nice to see a flash of a smile, the bounce in step and finely honed talons and the whiff of cloud #9.
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