Thursday, December 28, 2006

Boxing Day Blues

Well I did have something to moan about after all.
I took the customary Boxing Day stroll to blow out the cobwebs and make room for what ever I decided to eat next, mainly cold meats and pickle of course.

The walk also had the added incentive of trying to get our youngest to sleep in her pushchair. And so it was that after 20 minutes she fell fast asleep and I was left with the dilemma of going home or taking more much needed steps to begin shedding the pounds before the year was over [obviously to be continued with much vigour into the coming New Year].

I tucked the little one well into the now reclined pushchair and set off on a much longer jaunt than I had previously intended.

It was a really quiet evening and I had not expected to meet many folk out, least of all an ex-girlfriend who’s dog ran up to us as we approached. As she apologised for the behaviour of her over excited dog I reassured her it was ok and addressed her by name. She had not recognised me in the dark or expected me to be pushing a baby!

We exchanged pleasantries, much to the annoyance of her boyfriend, and I went on my merry way. Or not so merry it would seem.
I felt really saddened by the fact that she still looked years younger than I, despite our being separated some 9 ½ years ago.
She is still fresh faced and youthful, whereas I am older looking, overweight and nowadays a little breathless.

Still, she was, and still is 15 years my junior!

Why do we have to grow old?


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