I forgot to mention - (mainly because it wasn't that interesting...) Yesterday, I was strolling into town with D in the pram, puffing and panting up a hill (actually, if you are going to press me on this, yes, it was more of a gentle incline in the road rather than an actual hill...) and I was suddenly snapped out of my hot and bothered reverie by someone speedily over taking me on the inside lane.
Imagine my surprise (and embarrassment) when I realised that the overtaker was not some young, athletic male, but an old lady. Seriously, she must have been about 80 at least, a tiny little bird-like woman, clad in seriously up to date tracksuit bottoms, trainers and a tight top. She was pelting sprily along the pavement, a bounce in her step, not even the merest hint of arthritis or aching bones - she appeared to me, at that moment, joy itself personified, simply out for an energetic stroll, enjoying the morning air.
And how silly did I suddenly feel, all worn out and sweaty in the heat, my head filled with all sorts of irrelevant and moany thoughts.
I thought to myself - yep, she's got it right! That's how you live life! And I found myself hoping against hope that if I ever reached that vaulted and venerable age, that I too would be bobbing merrily along the streets and still enjoying life for all it was worth.
And then I purposely put a little bounce in my step too. So ta very much anonymous old bird. You actually made my day!
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