Over the hill?

Over the hill?                                                                      (ANNOYED/VEHEMENTLY)

What do you mean over the hill?

I could still race you to that tree over there... yeah?

Or make it 5K away..

Bet you wouldn’t even make it... I would!

Over the hill?

What do you mean over the hill?

Give me your Morry’s shopping list.

Make it 30 items, say..
And I could add it up in my head.

Bet you couldn’t even do that... I could!

Over the hill?

Oh!... You mean that hill over there?...                                  (OOPS!  SUDDEN CALM)

Oh!  I see what you mean... ah... yes...

               

There’s always a new challenge.

I always want to see what’s over the next hill..

What is in the next town; the next country.

I want to see it all.

I have spreadsheets. Oh yes, I do spreadsheets.

Austria: fly to Salzburg; Alp around; then train to Vienna and Schloss abound.

Sweden: fly to Stockholm; then train to Tromso; arctic circle and surround.

Canada: Fly to Montreal  only  £425 return.

Youth hostels all the way. Oh yes. I prefer that type of stay.

All-adventuring me. Sometimes, when I can afford...

Alone travelling and blogging.

As I go.

And yes. I’m afraid of going over the hill...

But.

Just because I’ve lost my hair.

And my back creaks: just there...

And I have trouble remembering the right words and where

They go.

Doesn’t mean that....

Umm... er... what was I saying?                                                 (LOST FOR WORDS)