Body-parts passed aching a long time ago. I'm hurting, both mentally and physically
I'm barely getting five hours sleep per day and i struggle to find time to go to the toilet.
It really is, "too much".
I've always been fit/healthy and active, maybe a little too active but what's a bloke too do?
Can't just say "that's it. I quit. I've had enough".
Maybe i'll be one of those people who suddenly keel over, out of the blue, and leave my place of work in a body-bag.
Until then, it's a struggle.
And the other night, you're not going to believe this.
As i was on my way to work. Having caught my bus to Barkton i decided to walk the rest. when suddenly, i heard someone yell out from a passing van.
I didn't hear what he said the first time;
"Which way to the globe ( local cinema )"
Please would've been nice.
"Keep going straight ahead until you hit the roundabout, take a left and you'll see it on the right hand side".
"Straight on and left at the roundabout?"
The passenger checked that he'd heard me correctly.
Then the driver, a young lad, shouted something through the window at me but i didn't catch what he'd said.
"Fancy a shag?"
I just turned and walked, bracing myself for trouble but it never came and they went on their merry, or should i say "gay" ? Way.
So now, here i am. I've had about four and a hour's sleep. The jacket-spuds a cooking and i prep'ing for the final shift of another grueling week.
I really am, too old for this.