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It's beginning to feel rather cosy, rather like coming inside on a cold and blustery day, into a warm room, with someone toasting crumpets by the fire, as they hand me a warming mug of cocoa.

No doubt the door bell will soon ring and someone will heap a huge snowball on my head. For now, I'll just try to relax. This afternoon I face my first challenge, as a creditor attempts to squeeze blood from my stone. Not sure what will happen, as I've never been in this position before. Let's just hope the judge is benevolent.

I'm just beginning to realise that I am getting old. Not that my brain or body are in decline. I go to the gym every day, stride up hills without a puff, and only occasionally forget why I came upstairs. All seems to be working well. The problem is my lack of personal drive. All my life I have strived to achieve, whatever, something, get past the next post, jump the next hurdle. Suddenly I feel that's all a bit irrelevant.

It snowed this morning, good crunchy snow that gave me great pleasure as I walked along the sea-front. A breakfast of cooked plums with cereal, a house that feels warm, the chance to see some friends this evening. For now, that'll do me. Who needs success?

posted by Suffolk Notes @ 10:17 am