Friday, 5 July 2013
The Mortality of Man
As you all know my diary is a quirky, light hearted and often strange affair as I interpret the events of life in my own way, however today is a sad day. If you remember back to the 24thFed we went down to see dads old friend in Milton Keynes as it was his sixtieth birthday party, dad and Mr F have known each other for almost fifty years since school days. It was good to see Mr F and his wife Miss A, but three or four days after seeing them Miss A had to go to hospital. It turned out she had a brain tumour and sadly after several ups and downs she died last night in the early hours of the morning……..
It is a funny old world and if there is one thing we cant actually do it is prevent our own death at some point, all we can do is muddle along and do what we do. It is one of the reasons I write my diary because when I eventually die . . . . . . . I am hoping to become a very grumpy mad old bloke first and wave sticks at folk and tell bizarre tales that no one will believe and eat loads of rubbish junk food. I am not sure what the right age is to start eating loads of junk food; start too early and I will be huge and not make it to old, but if I start to late I will just get into it and then die and people will say WE TOLD HIM NOT TO EAT THAT triple cheese big mac whopper with extra fries and the deep fried Mars bar, see what happens.
Anyway as I was saying it is one of the reasons I started my diary, ‘The Mortality of Man’ I have a theory that long after I am gone folk will look at my diary and say who the hell was this mad old grumpy bloke writing strange bizarre tales that none of us believe. I would rather hope at that point to be able to look down on them from wherever and shout BOOOO, but I have a feeling it will not be allowed.