Schoom! What was that?
In this clip, Basil says, “Schoom! What was that? That was your life, mate. Oh, that was quick – do I get another? Sorry mate, that’s your lot…”
If life continues to accelerate at its current rate, by the time I have retired, I’ll be nothing but a blur.
Not that you’d think so to look at me, what with my non-paid-work lifestyle: sitting in cafes while my children do aerobic exercise under some more palatable heading than ‘aerobic excerise’.
Unless you count my exercise regime which doesn’t sound palatable at all, but is very fun, if a little DARK these days…
And all such exercise, resulting in potential calorie loss is undermined daily – and especially this weekend – as it was Son of Sanstorm’s 9th birthday! I managed to make a completely brilliant cake, complete with ganache-esque frosting that leaked all over the cake and cake stand resulting in a kind of chocolate-fountain-cum-top-hat effect. Luckily I had a squad of relatives in, so they ate it, so I didn’t have to have that ‘leftover’ thing.
So, if time is going in a bit quick, what do you do? Get younger? Do more? Do less? Travel?
I’m in my own relay race, but I am the baton, passed from pick-up to drop off to pick up to drop off.
This isn’t a moan – I am enjoying every marrow-sucked minute of it 🙂