17.07 .2004

<aging?>

i have been bothered since the camping trip last week:

late in the evening,

as i was clearing the space under the arches

of the tower to set up my sleeping space,

watching the bugs all crawl out from underneath the rocks,

i was, for the first time in the life, thinking

'why the hell am i doing this?'

'a nice hot shower would be good'

'and i could now be lying in my big sofy fluffy bed'

:O

it's mad

! thought crime !

am i getting too old for these rough-it-out adventures?

am i turning into a missy high-tea-at -the-ritz and i-want-an-oberois-yacht-holiday?

:O