The Wife is off on business tomorrow night (returning Friday) which will mean Mrs Edson will no doubt be hiding in shadows waiting to get me again.

I like to think that I’m adjusting to Yorkshire life quite well. However, I still often find myself at a loss for things to do while the wife occupies herself with work and her family. Saying that, I did finally decide to bite the bullet and get involved with the Drama group on Thursday nights. I start that this week so hopefully that will be some respite.

Last episodes of Season 2 of Lost tonight so I made sure I’ve had loads of sleep so I can stay up late tonight.

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My brother, the nice bus driver that lives in Durrington, once said to me “When you get to 30 bits start dropping off”. He said it in response to my heart attack at 29 but, as he quite rightly pointed out, he is 41 next week and still has all his own teeth, hair and belly and has never been ill in his life (“yet” I say to him).

The wife is a similar age to me (shes a year or so my junior) yet she is has been sprouting grey hairs here and there. Most of my previously long haired chums now sport health number ones or have started to thin on top. Occasionally people will say to me “Slap head” or “oooh the sun is dazzling me off the back of your head” but I take that with a pinch of salt (my hair might appear to be thining but I put that down to me not having washed it). I’ve also noticed how previously hard core late night binge drinking chums of mine sometimes only have a rum and pep then feel all sleepy and want to go to bed and like wise those previously hearty eaters say to me they feel stuffed after a couple of mouth fulls of cress.

So I ask myself (and you) is this a general malaise or just symptoms of ageing.