Friday, 28 August 2020

The "Autumn" of a house-mouse !

 I'm in the throes of reading and very much enjoying, a host of John Mortimer books and took the liberty of plagiarising one of his titles since it so closely resembles my life as a "Septuagenarian".



Not I hasten to add, that I see myself as a Caledonian version of "Rumpole", rather more that Mortimer's analysis of his later years does in some ways resemble my life in my seventh decade ! 

Having said that, in Wilma/Bunty I do have a much better half in "She who must be obeyed". I suppose that a predilection for port could also count and since there is no equivalent of "Pomeroy's" in Inverness, then the "Inverness Caley Thistle Supporters Club" fulfils the role more than adequately! 

Further investigation into Rumpole though has also highlighted our joint love of Fried Breakfasts and Steak and Kidney Pudding, yet I have managed to stop the nicotine as opposed to Horace's love of cheroots.

The title comes from a quotation from Byron (who by the way went to school in Aberdeen);


So it is with age, that it becomes increasingly difficult to carry out such mundane tasks as putting on ones socks, bending to tie shoe-laces (the answer there is to buy slip on shoes).

Bending down for any task, comes with its own dilemmas, insofar that the blood seems to drain from the heart straight to the brain and induces some form of vertigo! 
The worst effect is that of having been a smoker for akin to half a century, the breathing (essential for life itself) is almost a form of PT with gasping as though at the end of an assault course.

My favourite participative sport was Golf, now though only with the aid of an "Electric Buggy"! Fortunately the beautiful course at Aigas near Beauly has one for hire at a reasonable rate and the course is a mere 9 hole effort.



Bunty makes this an ideal autumnal outing and if she keeps improving will be taking me to the cleaners and not just metaphorically.

 


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