Apart from saving money on shampoo, one of the more satisfying aspects of getting older, or reverse youthing as I prefer to call it, is a heightened sense of pleasure at being in your own house. I recall, when younger, a sense of panic if Saturday evening was approaching and a night out somewhere had not been planned. Now the idea of a cup of tea and a DVD to take me into Sunday sounds utterly acceptable. Whereas I was once incapable of remaining in the house all Sunday, the thought of having my backside firmly ensconced all afternoon on Dolores (this is not a sexist comment - Dolores is simply my pet name for my trusty deck chair, a snip at twenty-five euros from the ever blessed local LIDL supermarket) now sends a cosy frisson of pleasure down my spinal cord. Today's list of dizzy thrills included repotting a shrub and dead-heading the geraniums, interspersed with a dozen cups of Tetley's tea and frequent bouts of bum on said deck chair.
Sadly, tomorrow is Monday, and my pampered backside will be in intimate contact for far too many hours with the chair in my office. But Friday is just few short days away and much of the the intervening eveningtime will be spent with Dolores anyway.

Have a good week, bloggers, young and reverse youthed alike.


Kalhnyxta se olous, good night each, a nos da iawn i bob un ohonoch chi,

Jamie