I was going to write about how amazing ants are, having invented sailing and flying, millions of years before man, (by using leaves as transport to glide or float on), but, I’m afraid, I’ve lost all my enthusiasm and recognise that, only a couple of weeks into my 60th year, I’ve already turned into a horrible, grumpy, old man. :-(
It’s my local packed with friends I have known all my adult life and I’d been drinking in that pub for 40 years, (including experiencing my 20 year love story with Jackie during that time), but with taking Warfarin for one thing and ‘other pills’ for something else, I really, really can’t afford to be putting myself in danger like last night.
I won’t be returning there.
I’m just going to accept that this last phase of my life is going to be a little different than what I’ve experienced prior.
Funny really … that I mentioned about re-inventing myself several years ago. (In an earlier post above)
It looks like I’m planning to do so again.
I wonder what’s wrong with me. :-(
I had a little bit of cheer delivered my way just now.
While returning from Morrisons in the dark across the fields, Brian, the homeless fella, (mentioned in another thread), appeared in my vision and I shouted, “Have a good Christmas, Brian?”
“Thanks to you I did”, he shouted back
… and that made me smile.
Thanks for the help and advice the last few weeks ... and the good humour of some particular posters!
Cheers