048. ...wake up middle aged.
(morning thinking)
Oh dear. The Royal Mail have emailed me to say my package from Iolla is out for delivery today. I appreciate the heads up but I'd have noticed soon enough, when they dropped through the letterbox mid afternoon. The advance warning, this early in the morning means I can spend the generous portion of intervening time mourning the passing of my youth.
Before bedtime tonight I'll become a man who fishes about for his reading glasses. I may end up on occasion, with a pair balanced on my head and another on my nose, unaware of one or the other (or both!) while I pat down pockets. I'll say things like, "oh… these are the wrong ones" and "Ruddy heck Kathleen, have you seen my reading glasses". I'll start doing crosswords, I expect, and have cross words with the cat because someone has tidied up the flat and I can't finish this puzzle without my specs!
Tomorrow I'll wake up middle aged.
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