Atherosclerosis

Even elderly sclerotic blood vessels like mine have enough flow space left in them for the sap to rise a little on a day like today. The first real feel of spring was in the air when I went shopping in the local town. As I locked my car and set off for the centre, my spine straightened - (well, that must have been an illusion, but it felt like it) - and a spring came into my step. And lordy! lordy! what's this I'm feeling now? A surge of yearning? No, it's positively a sense of arousal..... and bang goes my hard won acceptance of age and increasing decrepitude.

Nobody even worth smiling at in my line of vision unfortunately.... which reminds me that I'm still trying to work out how to flirt in an appropriate way at the age of 79. But the mood of renewal sticks around for a while, and after printing out a statement in the bank, showing a debit balance, I go on to spend too much money on things I don't need. Shall I have lunch in town? No, better hurry home before I commit worse follies, either of expenditure or of misplaced sexual reawakening.

Tomorrow it will probably be snowing again, and I shall have to renew the struggle against the temptations of salty crisps, chocolate and Danish pastries. If I work hard at that, I might put my photo up on one of the online dating websites..... or I might not.