The ageing process.

I’m 50. I struggle against this, but it’s sometimes difficult to deny.

It’s the memory, or in fact lack of it, that most lets me know I’m no longer a spring chicken.

This morning, I did the same as I do every morning,  got up, showered, brushed tooth (I am old)

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and got dressed.

I carried my computer downstairs whilst listening to the radio. Closed computer, into my bag ready for the ten minute journey to the office.

It was only when I felt the straps of my bag chafing on my bare skin that I realised it would be best for all if I put a shirt on.

 

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About bobleponge216

Elderly rotund toothless male seeks wilderness to travel to.
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One Response to The ageing process.

  1. That’s a picture I didn’t want to carry with me all day. Good job I’ll forget it in half a what-name.

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