So, there I was.Two days short of my forty-sixth birthday (it's tomorrow, there's still time to spoil me), and where was I?
Sitting in a navy blue Nissan Micra, having a picnic lunch in the New Forest, drinking tea out of a Thermos flask.
There was a Jack Russell terrier in the back seat, leaving muddy paw-prints and dog fluff everywhere, and all the scene was missing was a jaunty hat and a tartan blanket.
The sandwiches were cheese and pickle, if you're asking.
The cutting edge of excitement, I think you will agree.
In my list of my greatest achievements in the last year, I list growing facial hair and buying a pair of open-toed sandals.
Is this all there is to life? (Hint: No)
11 comments:
Don't follow the example of SOMEONE and buy a BMW and a Ducati. At least it sets the bar high for my midlife crisis.
Twenty-one is the answer to mid-life crises ;-)
Double that. 42.
Sell the car to buy time with hookers.
Only one thing missing.
The tube from the exhaust pipe through the car window.
Things can only get better.
The only way is up.
And other cheesy 80's song titles.
@Spits: How much time with hookers do you think a second-hand Nissan Micra would buy you? They have some pride, you know.
Sitting in forest Car parks in a car is called dogging...
@Andy: Well, yes, he admitted to having a Jack Russell in the car with him.
You're late! You're supposed to have a mid-life crisis at 40.
I can think of one other "thing" you've acquired this year. Lovely thing she is, too.
"Is this all there is to life?"
So? What else is there?
WHAT ELSE
@TRT,
No, 42 is the meaning of Life.
21 is the meaning of mid-life.
Jeez, do I have to explain everything?
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