Same Again and Again…
Are there watersheds in our lives that determine what we do, how we think and how we look to others?
I was talking to an old friend yesterday and we got onto the ageing process. It seems to be a topic that just naturally occurs these days whilst we peg out our washing of our everyday lives in spite of the forecast for another day of rain.
The conversation started off with me telling him that some student’s aunty had described me as, “That old man.” I was shocked, especially when the aunty did not, in anyway, resemble a chicken that had seen the spring for a number of decades.
“It must be a man thing,” my wife asserted as I told her the tale.
The tale was:
My friend (now forever a dear, dear friend; even though he looks nothing like Bambi…well, maybe a little) said, “No way. You…
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