"You're how old?"
No booze but I was very glad of my caffeine fix with a lukewarm cappucino for lunch. I have also received a copy of Johnny Walker's biography plus book tokens. I'm easily pleased; books, music and beer. Sadly, no pub tonight and rattling with pills I'll be heading for an early night with a cup of cocoa.
However, with thoughts of decay and mortality in mind, I finally ordered an exercise bike which has been circled in the Argos catalogue for several weeks now. Before trusting myself to the madness of the roads and the vagaries of the British weather I thought I would be better off preparing myself first by getting fit. Both Mrs.C and No.1 son will be joining me in this brave attempt to attain a semblance of fitness.
I used to have a regime of exercising to the strains of Jean Michel Jarre on an exercise bike and a rower. Oxygene was about the right length and couldn't distract me from exercising. The only bugger is that if it comes on at a disco I am on the floor in a trice rowing like a demented viking. I'll have to find suitable music for this new regime...some of Bob Dylan's slower pieces to start me off.
A cup of tea is now needed...