We went on a group walk yesterday, not usually my kind of thing – the walking or the grouping – but it wasn’t far and it was a nice day and nice people. But I still tried to avoid talking to anyone; I have nothing to say. I did end up alongside one woman and, after the usual weather chat: Her: What sort of things do you like doing round here? Me: Erm… … Her: Walking? Cycling? … Fishing? Any hobbies? Me: Er… I don’t know. I don’t get out much. In the past I might have tried to justify “making things on the web” as a hobby, even if it didn’t get me out and about, but these days… I’m barely even doing the minimum maintenance I should be doing, I have so little enthusiasm for it. I also heard three separate people emphasising (rightly) the need to make the most of life now because we don’t know when we’ll lose our health or our life. I pondered my fifties sliding away, day by day, month by month. I’ve done next-to-nothing this week, feeling overwhelmed enough by my few obligations that…
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