When I was younger my mother warned me 'it all goes south when you hit your fifties'. My mother did not give me enough information ~ it's gone south, east and west. My muffin top resembles saddle bags on a miniature pony, in such a short space of time I've expanded in all directions. I now understand the term 'middle age spread' but I did not see this coming. How did this happen? Oh, yes, chocolate! A lot of it. Everyday. The light in my microwave went out today. As I stood watching my coffee cup turn in a dark and confined space I thought - this is my life. I'm turning but nobody can see me. I'm heating up but nobody knows. I'm ready to be tasted but nobody cares. I am an abandoned coffee cup! Slightly melodramatic I know, but that's how I feel. Having tasted freedom, adventure and excitement, my life is now confined in a box. And it's dark! People tell me this is real life, this is how it is, this is what you do. So, everyday I go through the motions: I wake, I commute to work, I do my job and I return home to sleep and do it all again. But. In my head I'm having an adventure! I wake each morning imagining today is the day it all changes, my commute is a journey of scenarios for the day ahead; I might save the life of a child about to fall onto the tracks, I might buy a winning lottery ticket at the corner shop, I might meet the man of my dreams walking through the city centre, I might receive an email offering me the job of my dreams. It's all possible, I tell myself.
Meanwhile, Milo is injured. He encountered some nasty barbed wire in the woods and is now sporting stitches, covered with a rather fetching dog sock. He is not a happy chappy but is receiving an overload of tlc. I also got to overload my gorgeous granddaughter with tlc last week when we had our first ever sleepover ~ she is certainly the cutest button in the box and she makes my whole world worthwhile...
Ready to start my day...(and yes, I have had all my hair chopped ~ life is an adventure!)
Poor Milo :/...
Always brightens up my day...
