I love the sight of vapour trails in the morning
Walking across the Big Bridge this morning I saw a vapour trail crossing the sky. What a wonderful sight! It’s strange, I’ve got used to looking up into a clear blue sky since the flights have been grounded. Once, before the Wright brothers first flight, the sky must always have been like that. Usually the sky is criss crossed with white trails and we don’t pay them the slightest attention. Who’d have thought I’d be so happy to see one?
Just one more day at work now, ten hours, and I will be on holiday. Ten days from now I will be fifty! It sounds so old. At the start of last year I was determined I wouldn’t be fat and fifty. Looks like I’m not quite going to get my wish. I won’t be obese and fifty but, unless a miracle happens and I lose a stone and a bit in the next ten days, I will still be fat, according to all the charts and formulae. I’m comforting myself with the thought that Marilyn Monroe was size sixteen so, although I may be classed as fat, I might still look vaguely attractive. Mind you she was in her thirties not fifty. Wonder what she’d have looked like if she lived that long?
