No, I'm Not Offended

Old?

No, you don't have to apologize for calling me old. Why should you? It's what I am.

Old has learned a thing or two. Old is experienced. I could do without the aches and pains but otherwise I like it.

Besides, what's the alternative? Middle-aged?  No thank you  Firstly It wouldn't be true. Secondly I'm glad to be out of that category.  Anything with "middle" attached to it implies compromise. Middle-brow, middle of the road, middle class: I don't want any of them

Of course, there's always an exception. Middle Way: I'm  totally cool with that.

Done And Paid For

Job's a good'un.

Roof repaired.
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Rainwater valley replaced.

Rotten woodwork replaced

Roof of rabbit shed replaced.

We like Shane. Hope to see him again. Not in the way of business, obviously...

That Distinguished Thing

I look at the clock. Quarter to four. No need to move for ten minutes.

After what seems like ten minutes I look again. Still a quarter to four. I hunt for the little clock I keep on the table. It's not there.

Whoops, I think. Time's come to an end. I must have died.

Obviously the explanation turned out to be wholly mundane. One clock had simply stopped (as clocks do) and the other had fallen on the floor (so that was the noise we heard earlier). Still, I really did think that. Just for a moment...