Oh, God, I'm bored today. This is due to a
number of factors. Firstly, it's a glorious day out - sunny, still and
warm. That doesn't help. Also, the office is as warm as a geriatric
ward, as it must always be, to allow our, presumably consumptive, bought-ledger
clerks to go about their duties. Anything below thirty Celsius and they
down tools. Finally, I'm 47 and generally, therefore, bored almost
literally shitless.
It's an odd age, 47. I have tons of money,
but realise I can no longer spend it on champagne and KFC without killing
myself. So I have the wherewithal but not the chassis for the journey.
It's like being given the run of a harem but without being able to take your
trousers off. This is opposite of one's salad days of course, when the
only thing that stops you carousing is indigence or your finals, not the
thought of a disappointing cholesterol test or a bout of mediaeval indigestion.
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