tales from an ordinary world

2002-12-21

Pick a t-shirt and bound out the door for lunch. Walk and walk and sweat a little. Sidestep the christmas frenzy and head down the side-road. "The usual ?" "Yeah," with a thumb-up. Duck into a gift-shop for a final minor present - staff in black, a blur of wrapping paper and silver cord. Refuge in the supermarket, taking my time at last. A quick burble of Indonesian, spoken behind me somewhere.

I found that I didn't notice the heat as much as I used to - is this part of getting old ?