Pretty much the same for my parents. Though as the sixties turned into the seventies and eighties, life got easier, more money for the good things in life.
Both Jools ad I had office jobs, Jools pretty much all her working life. And for me when I wasn't at my desk I was either in an aircraft or in a hire car.
Sitting down.
And the stress of working life meant that by the time the working day ended, there wasn't enough energy to go to the gym, go for a walk or whatever.
Our slide into decrepitnessis is slow. But one day we could do stuff, the next day we couldn't, and unless we fight against it, it becomes the new normal.
In the last few months I have reversed some of that slide, and feel better than I have for years. Which explains why after a late night looking after Scully and fractured sleep, my alarm, which I thought I had cancelled, woke me up at six.
May as well go to the gym, then.
I get up, have coffee, and with Jools still under doctor's orders not to do much, I go by myself to Whitfield to pump some lard.
I cycle round Barcelona, along the beach then through the town. I am not out of breath, but sweating, and I had done the session.
I drive back home, the rush hour just over, get back home and have breakfast with Jools before she goes off to her craft class at the library.
I was up, then go for a shower.Life is good.
The day before we had been given more seeds from our neighbours, so I made a new batch of chilli jam, this time doubling the chilli content. I had already de-seeded the peppers, and mixed with tomato and vinegars..
I added 11oz of sugar, brought to the boil and stirred for 40 minutes. Filled three pots, and that was done.Once Jools was back, we have lunch, then I watch two more railway documentaries, as the day slid by into evening.
After dinner I do the weekly music quiz. I had no idea until near the end, so get nil points.
Then there is football, but at half time of the Leicester v WBA game, I am pooped, so head to bed.
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