Sunday 12th October

Does everyone feel this way I wonder.  Age brings with it a degree of contentment, a certain confidence in yourself I suppose, but also a sense of disappointment, a feeling of time slipping away and with it the sands you have foolishly built your life on.   The world doesn’t stand still, and we spend so much of our lives trying to find where we fit in, that special niche we can wedge our arse into and can confidently turn and face the world.  Or the world as we thought we knew it – before it moved on, with or without us.

And I find myself with the sands shifting beneath my feet, yet again.  I have re-invented myself so many times, and now that retirement beckons I may have to change things yet again.  Maybe that is the nature of our modern lives; nothing is forever – or even for a relatively short time.  Or possibly it has always been that way, where as children ourselves everything seemed safe and secure – in reality our parents were facing massive changes too.  Maybe the sands are always shifting, and the art is not to lament the poor foundations as the cracks appear around you, but to be fleet of foot and able to constantly tack and veer around the new obstacles you feel confronted by.

Anyway, enough of this introspection – a brave new world beckons.  UKIP are on the march – we will leave Europe, splendid isolation, a brave New England…..and DISASTER….hahaha