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Friday, August 19, 2005
Old folk, they don't know they're born!
I went for a stroll at lunchtime. We'd had a meeting in the morning that went on through till about 1:30, so we had lunch brought it for us, which meant I had an hour in which to do whatever I wanted without having to buy and eat lunch. (Fascinating so far isn't it).
So I went for a stroll.
I walked down to the little sweet shop and bought some 'sweet baccy', and had a little argument with the fat lady who works there: most of the bag she gave me was filled with sugar, and there wasn't much 'baccy'. She said that's the way it is, so I bought it anyway, and it was lush.
I then walked down a little lane round the back of the village and it was nice and peaceful. The path edges a retirement home, and with it being such a nice afternoon, they were all indoors.
"Shame," I thought, "they should be sitting out in the sunshine."
But then I thought they probably prefer it indoors where there is no chilly wind or burning sun. They were sitting in the conservatory with the doors wide open, and I looked in and there was one fella sitting there reading the paper, his feet up, the sun streaming in.
And I thought, damn, I wish I was old and didn't have anything to do.
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