Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Mid-life Crisis

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)

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