Sunday Sermon XXI - I'll never give in to the SuperDry wardrobe....x

It has been a long time since the last Sunday Sermon, enjoy...

I find myself home alone for a short while. Fi and the boys have attended a faaamily birthday event, I'm still too hanging/rough/full of self pity to endure a day of social pleasantries. I used to recover so much faster than this. 5 days for a 3 hour operation is a sign of the times for sure. 

People say I'm repairing well, but I know me, I'd have been up and at it by Friday a few years ago. Father time is slowly creeping up on me it'd seem! I fight the acceptance of old age though with feverous aplomb. Most of the socially conditioned cliché’s and behavioural compromises that attack me from every angle are batted off, for now. 

The gold plated barbeque tongues, the MPV, the pension and the SuperDry chequered shirt I've managed to fend off. The penis extension car, the pathetically doting dad selfies and the faaamily diary (albeit through the medium of iCloud) I've succumbed too without any resistance. 

I always had it in my head that I'd die at 80. Even during the most dark times of early diagnosis, when the odds, quite frankly were stacked pretty heavily in favour of my dark spectre, I still had a conscious set of thoughts that took me through to a ripe old age. I have an image in my head of kicking sand, hand in hand with Fi, somewhere carefree and sun kissed. That image has served me well over the years, as a focal point of my destiny. 

I don't wish the present away though, because this moment is the only moment that matters. Mostly I don't live in fear of growing old because growing old is something by rights I shouldn't be given the opportunity to enjoy, and enjoy it I will. 

One thing is for sure though, I'll never be conventional. Gold Plated Barbeque tongs might be on the Christmas list next year, but I'll never give in to the Super Dry wardrobe. Be yourself, be individual and think freely, you only get one life (or two if you're lucky like me)...

One Love

Jez

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