Joys of Middle Age, an occasional series
I genuinely can't remember if I gave the dog her breakfast yet.
I could ask her, but she'd say no, the greedy little bugger. I know! I'll ask her if she enjoyed her breakfast. She'll complain vociferously if she hasn't had it yet.
Another for the occasional series, Joys of Middle Age.
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Joys of Middle Age, an occasional series
Time to take the dog for a walk. We leave the flat, go downstairs and out of the building. Then I realise I'm wearing my computer glasses. Oh well, I can see well enough. I think.
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Joys of Middle Age, an occasional series
Following my latest health problem and treatment…
Me: I'm happy to tell you all about my medical thing, but I don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable by giving you too much information.
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Joys of Middle Age, an occasional series
A teenage boy was standing in the entrance of the parked bus. It took a moment for the penny to drop.
The words "You look too young to be a bus driver" came out of my mouth.
"I know…" he replied.
It's not that I doubted his ability to drive the bus. It was the dissonance. I mean, he looked too young to shave. I think his voice changed on the way into the city centre.
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