There are times when we feel older than others, this week is an older one for me apparently. But there seems to be more to this than just how I feel, it shows on the outside to!
Monday was not a good start. An idle conversation with a fellow commuter brought about a question that seemed somewhat premature. I was seriously asked if I could “take early retirement yet”, I’m 40 years of age that’s one hell of a stretch of early. Having explained that I wasn’t actually planning my retirement I was told “you’re right it’s best to work to the end”. That’s a way to start your week off, nothing like knowing you look a good twenty years older than you are!
Arriving at St Pancreas I headed past the ludicrously oversized Fortnum and Mason Christmas tree and made my way upstairs. At the top of the escalator I turned right and my left knee disagreed. I did a fantastic impersonation of a baby elephant, think of the flailing arms as a trunk, before finding a railing. I didn’t actually hit the deck, I rarely do, it’s a point of principle. The great thing with the knee is that it’s random, a quick shake down and I’m off like a slightly sore gazelle. I guess the benefit of looking the wrong side of 60 is that people don’t presume that you’re drunk.
I met a supplier in the afternoon and the handshake was not quite as expected. Think about those joke buzzers and you will get the idea. A decent grasp and pump resulted in my colleague physically leaping away asking “shit is it coming off?” apparently it’s not just me that can notice the extra crunchy affect that is associated with some of the more painful days.
Leaving work the knee continued to offer an occasional point of view on my direction but I won the arguments. I decided Monday was deserving of a few mile round trip to the store, hey gotta show it who’s boss. My steadfast refusal to bow to Ms Nature nearly got the better of me when I felt the knee murmuring dissent. I ploughed on ignoring the murmur and a firmly planted stride resulted in an experience akin to being stabbed inside the knee. Nobody saw the hop and skip that followed, I checked, and a slow fold out supported by a lamp post recovered the situation. With a knee swelling in anger I pushed though and completed the mission.
Despite contrary appearances I am not close to retirement. I also have no intention of surrendering ground to Ms Nature.