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Rotten old day.

Today is one of those days where nothing, but nothing seems to go right. The electric kettle was the first to give up the ghost. The next surprise the car battery decided it had, had enough. I was in two minds to go back to bed and sleep until midday then get up and have another try at starting a normal day. One question I asked myself, what is a normal day?

My stomach is revolting again, what shall I do go to the Doctor once again get some more or less non active tablets that might or might not relieve the aches and pains of my rebellious stomach. Pains in my legs, should go out more for long walks. That sometimes helps. The best way is to stay young but who can stay young all humans are condemned to grow old. My hair is grey for a few years but as I say my hair has never bothered me and grey is one of the first signs of old age.

Getting up in the mornings is another thing once as a youngster I would hop out of my warm bed, go and have warm shower followed by a warm shower. Get dressed ready and refreshed for a new day. Now just thinking about getting up sends a cold shiver down my spine. How about you are you  heading for the old age pension or have you a few more years of a full of hair.

Now I take it for granted that you are thinking that I am a moaner, Yes I am a moaner why should this happen to we humans? Why were we born in the first place to let us wither away as each year goes by? Why were we not given a better brain? Why do we have to go through all of the trials of youth to old age? I would have liked to stay young and lived my life as a respected member of the world’s population not just another half-baked idiot that does not know whether he is coming or going in this humdrum world of ours.

I have a wife but she would not understand my moaning and groaning. That is why I trust this short note to you the public if you too have such a life behind you then you will understand my complaints and ask the same questions. If not it does not really matter, what matters is that I have written down all that ails or quails me. I fell a little better all ready for getting this off my aching chest. I hope you too feel better after reading this nonsense from me. Bern