When we are young we all have dreams and hopes for what we’re going to be when we grow up. I wanted to be a policeman, the captain of one of Her Majesty’s ships or a formula 1 driver. I sometimes think that growing old is simply the narrowing of the opportunities available to us. Or possibly just the choices we have made changing the nature of the choices we can make. Nowadays I mainly dream of a quiet life, with a seat in the dappled shade a good book and a nice glass of a good, properly chilled, semillon. Tyrrells Vat 1, perhaps.
At no point did any of my dreams include me uttering the phrase “don’t look at me like that, you’re the one eating bum cream”.
I assume it’s not SWMBO eating the bum cream!