Dublin

and the Cotswolds, where I brake for butterflies, and toads.

This morning I nearly spilled a full cup of coffee on my laptop.

Reflexes and dexterity aren’t what they once were. Forty looms large.

Joel took delivery of replacement razors for his shaving implement. After years of being, shall we say, pogonotrophically challenged, he now needs to shave every day.

Puberty finally harpooned him at the ripe old age of 32.

I told him if he starts growing chest hair, it’s game over, so watch this space.

Anyway, back to the razors.

I was at my desk, AirPods in, and sensed a disturbance in the hallway. Joel was flapping around looking for something.

I popped out my AirPods.

“What’s up?”