Being at a loose end this morning, and wide awake somewhat earlier than I chose to be, I opened the ghost of my kindle and started to read the bargain of the day of a while ago, which is called, 'The Hundred Year Old Man Who Climbed Out of The Window And Disappeared,'
I hazarded twenty pence on this book in honour of its title, and I have read three pages and was so inspired that I reached for this blog and began tapping.
I am going to live to be 106.
Some years ago, I was suckered by Gordon Brown, the then Chancellor of the Exchequer into buying into a scheme that was almost guaranteed to enhance my pension. It doesn't. It went down with the stock market and delivers into MY exchequer the sum of twenty pounds a month. I have to live to be one hundred and six to get my money back. And I will.
Hence my interest in stories about centenarians. I am going to be one of them, and I want pointers on how to do it in style.
In the course of the three pages that I have read, the hero has climbed out of a window in his carpet slippers and headed for the bus station. He is uncrashing his 100th Birthday Party, thus avoiding the mayor, his retinue, and a surfeit of iced cake. I am cheering him on as he stops to rest his knees in a graveyard.
I am liking this man more and more. I have knees, and a fascination with graveyards. I love where this is going....