Today MeWally went surfing. Not me. No. MeWally. He went with work. He left the paperwork behind : (
'TEAM BUILDING'!
His blurb said.
All I can say is that it divided this house.
MeWally went to play, I stayed at home.
Gerry came round in the morning, Sue in the evening. In between I went to the Plot and got digging. It was a stunning day. I didn't want to stop. It was great to feel so bursting with beans and heart breaking to have to go and sit down, all-be-it with a close friend.
As Sue and I chatted, she looked at my emergency hoola hoop that lives by the fridge, ready for any thing. She didn't mention it, but I caught the look that said, why has she got one of those? And why keep it there? We took to discussing surfing. As a real water baby, she would like to go surfing sometime and asked if I could stand up on a board. Not any more, I told her, the last couple of times I've been surfing, I've had to resort to kneeling and driving the board like a manic version of TOULOUSE LAUTREC.
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This brought us to discussing the horrors of ageing.
For me the worst thing about ageing has been my poor squashed discs; the ones between my worryingly knobbly vertebrae. They're wafer thin, offering no padding at all. It's not the end of the world, more the end of me doing head stands, hoola hooping and busting any kind of move that enables me to get on my feet on my surf board (wave's gone by the time I work out how to do it).
The upshot of all this was, that if I had sat still all my life, rather than do these things, then I either wouldn't have, or know I have, this problem (??????).
OH, THAT'S OK THEN.
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