Friko , in her latest post , talks about the predictability ... or otherwise ... of life and , unlike others , feels that day-to-day control lies within one's grasp . I'd like to think it's true I suppose it depends on whether you're a glass half full or glass half empty person , certainly once you reach your sixties .
*But much as I'd love to live a life of wild spontaneity , treats and new experiences , I don't . The occasional Day Out to somewhere unfamiliar apart , days tend to follow one another , rather like a procession of cowled monks .
Still , it doesn't have to be dull . There's always one's fellow man to provide entertainment , even on routine trips to the supermarket ... Yesterday a couple ahead of me were rushing about with their trolley stacked with an odd assortiment of groceries . "How about a magazine ? ", he asked , sounding slightly desperate, handing her one about cars .
"No ! I've explained this already ! I said I only want blue and white things " .
" Look , they've got blue Durex . Will that do ? "
"Perfect!... now a gift token and we can give it to him when we get there ".
I think they were putting together a care package for their son who'd moved out and was a new flat-sharer . I went off trying to imagine previous generations of parents tossing condoms in among the instant mash and tins of soup , let alone colour co-ordinate it .
* P.S. No , Husband and I aren't quite like this ... I don't really have whiskers fortunately .. .but , when Y.D . packed up her things the other day to take them down to Amsterdam , I rescued the contents of her doll's house and have put them in our storeroom . Yes , I know , I'm not very good at de-cluttering , but suppose there's ever a granddaughter ?