I was cycling home past the local beach...just a shallow gravel bank by the side of a slow river. Three 'cool' girls were sat on the higher bank, three boys were attempting to impress in their long shorts and bare chests.
Separately, three others where jumping into the water, laughing, not caring.
I'm 92, and it's only since last year that I plucked up the courage to be in that third group, in my case the 'have fun while you still can' group. Yesterday, too much beer; today, sedate scenic cycling; tomorrow, shopping for rainbow budgie smugglers.
Separately, three others where jumping into the water, laughing, not caring.
I'm 92, and it's only since last year that I plucked up the courage to be in that third group, in my case the 'have fun while you still can' group. Yesterday, too much beer; today, sedate scenic cycling; tomorrow, shopping for rainbow budgie smugglers.
