Not sure what the fuck is going on with the computer/blog site tonight. I hope it's not going to mess up on me. This is more or less a test post. I'm kind of sleepy tonight, and I don't want to write too long. I have had a rather unpleasant epiphany of a Damascene proportion; I am not as young as I used to be. I am, however, still as clumsy as I always was. I attended a pool party with my 9yo, being a birthday party for one of his little friends. His parents hired the inflatable obstacle course. I looked at it and thought, 'Hot damn, that looks fun!' So, I queued with the children and waited my turn. I stepped on, with all the grace of a spastic elephant on a skateboard. I skidded and flopped onto the flat area of the inflatable, banging the top of my right foot on the edge of the pool, whilst simultaneously twisting my left knee a little. Undaunted (and not wanting to incur the wrath of sugared-up kids waiting behind me), I valiantly negotiated the course, all the while thinking perhaps this had not been such a good idea, after all. I became sort of stuck in the section with the big white rollers, feeling a little like that ursine honey thief, Winnie the Pooh (a character I have always detested, by the way) after he pigged into a shitload of honey at (I think) Rabbit's house and got stuck in the window, which served the break-and-entering gluttonous fuck right. I wobbled and wriggled, and burned with humiliation when overtaken by one of the littler kids. I was then faced with what really, to me, looked like Mt Everest; it was only a vulcanised peak with grips and steps to be climbed over, but I was seriously considering bailing into the water at that stage. But I got over it. And finally went down the slope and bum-first into the pool, which felt as crisp, pure and sweet as the first bite of a delicious nashi pear.
But oh God, how I am suffering for my folly now.
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