It’s been a depressing few days. I’ve had a cold, and chest infection and sinus trouble. I’ve also been taking the problems of the world too seriously (let’s face it, I’m not going to change anything), feeling guilty about bringing children into this world, dwelling on past failures and thinking about how I’ve wasted my life.
It’s possible that a late Spring has had something to do with this lack of cheerfulness. There’s something rather forlorn about barbecue supplies replacing Easter eggs in the shops while freezing rain falls outside.
The fact I’m less than a month away from turning 60 may also have something to do with it. I know it’s only a number…
In fact it’s probably a good thing to turn 60, as one school of thought claims that ages ending in 9 aren’t good for you. You’re more likely to have an affair at one of those ages and more likely to commit suicide.
I am also, it seems, more likely to post a fast time in a marathon.
I allowed myself a slight smile at that thought.
Julia, on the other hand, had a good laugh.
Too lazy to kill myself, too ugly for an affair and too fat to run. Is this what my future holds?
Last night, whilst feeling ill, I drove to Leeds to pick up Number One son. I am such a good father. He’s lived in a number of places in Leeds and the last one was easy to find and convenient for parking.
It’s a shame that he moved away from there and took up residence in a glitzy block of flats in the centre of town. They have many good features, but being easy to find and in possession of convenient parking aren’t amongst them.
That was how I came to be parked between the flats and a shopping centre loading bay, and how I was able to experiment with low light photography.