Mrs S and I have just returned from an afternoon walk (drag uphill thank goodness), with new dog.
Our route took us through some fantastic woodland and then we decided to traverse the local playing fields.
At one important stage, I realised that when I was a true sports hero, I could run most of the length of a rugby pitch without too much discomfort. Indeed, against Dover one year, (first match of the season), I was forced into having to run from my own 25 yd line and score. This was an oversight in my training programme, as I was not normally meant to do such things at this time of year.
Today, as the dog took a small rest at a spot roughly at the same position that I had to commence my immortal try-scoring run, the posts at the other end seemed so small, that my glasses misted up with the memory, and I had to lean on Mrs S for comfort.
Do distances cheat us when we get towards late middle age?
Or was I just a fitter and more eager man then?
You didn't mention a new dog before I think?? Not a Jack Russell by any chance?? Maybe a lady one - young and fresh.....?
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ReplyDeleteYou are the Shelock Holmes of the blogwaves!
Yes, Yes, and Yes!
Somehow the slow appearance of grandchildren needs some comforting backup, and we are having such a great time with her!
I knew a dog called Mutley years ago. He had three legs, and lived in splendour in a house in Rye. His dad owned a laundry.
You are very fortunate in keeping the name for yourself, I fully expect you will prosper!
"He had three legs [and] his dad owned a laundry."
ReplyDeletePoetry. In fact I believe you may have lifted it from Keats, unconsciously of course, as befits a man of culture.
Good morning Mr Warmington,
ReplyDeleteOn the subject of Keats, or another commentator, do you know the origin, and correct grammar for a saying which implies the following: -
'Judge a man by his reaction to another, who offers no value to him'!
I read it once and immediately lost it!
Mr Patel in the corner shop offers me no value whatsoever, in fact his four-packs of Stell After-twat (Artois)are prohibitively expensive. I still afford him every courtesy though - even a Christmas card.
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