Wednesday, March 28

Avoiding a smack in the ear

While yesterday’s double-figure temperature has given way to a zero-degree chill, this morning’s jog through the mire was nothing if not enjoyable (jog remains a flexible term on my part, perhaps determined trudge is more apt). As Gudgeon wends his way through what is euphemistically described as ‘late middle age’, am forced to acknowledge my inexorable slide down the food chain. Have been passed by three neighbours recently, all of them women, thirty-plus years my junior and who appear to be real athletes rather than sad sorts. As they speed by, one stride to my three, it’s tempting to offer up one of my classic smart-arse comments. Unfortunately for yours truly all are inches taller and have broader shoulders.

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