I really need to get a thermos mug! . . .I notice that on many occasions my posh coffee lar-tay or latte depending where your from, is cold before I finish drinking it, today is no exception.
I have just been reading an article about a sports player who collapsed whilst playing a football match. . .
As I read I sensed my internal organs grieving, aligning with his relatives anguish.
As I continued reading it was amazing to hear many professional players and football associates say that they were praying for him also, praying that he would be well!. . .
I’m sat in this posh venue I can tell that it is posh because the leather seats are genuinely made of leather and the cost of my coffee tells me I must be drinking ‘gold leaf!’. . .
I’m not sure how to behave!. . .you see I’m so used to sitting on worn seats and in slightly weathered places. . .
I kind of feel a little. . .’uncomfortable!’. . .
I really want to take off my shoes and kick back. . .
I want to seriously ‘slob out’ on these expensive looking seats, but I’m sure it would be frowned upon, by the immaculately dressed staff! . .
It’s funny how with age we begin to understand ourselves!, what we like, what we don’t!. . .what makes us tick and what gives us the most enjoyment.
I recall the days when any venue would do as long as the drinks were cheap and the music loud!. . .
Now I’m a bit more selective. My ears won’t tolerate loud noise for a length of time. . .I’m fussy who I let sit at my table. . .and I am very selective with whom I talk to. . .