I was in bed way too early again last night, spending fruitless hours tossing and turning as my body reminded me it wasn’t happy. I was eventually forced to remind it that neither was I… it is, in my considered opinion, behaving very badly. The vehicle in which I live and move is getting to the point where, if it was a car, I would be looking for a model with possibly a little less mileage that had been treated with a bit more TLC in the great supermarket car-park of life.
Not that I mind getting older at all. I have a fondness for classic models and there is a comfortable feel of growing into oneself…and like a nice bit of leather upholstery, a patina is acquired, built up over the years, that gives a depth and character that was lacking in the shiny new model. Though it still…
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