Three days ago a house at the far end of our road appeared covered in large Santas, snowmen, lights and all sorts. It did not enhance the aesthetic, but, well, in the spirit of the season I tried not to flinch every time I walked past. This evening there came a knock at the door. Outside stood two of the stoutest young teenagers I had ever seen. They told me they were from the Christmas house and that they were collecting for charity. This modified my view of the house and I felt slightly guilty for my uncharitable thoughts. Then I enquired what the charity was. 'Oh' they said 'it's to send us to fat camp'.
For once I was speechless.
Over the hill at 60? Why am I falling apart so soon?
Wordling away continued??? 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩