I’m just back from the civic recycling centre having dumped various bits and pieces no longer required by Mrs C.
I had the thought, which I’ve had several times before, that I should climb into one of the skips …. but which one?
As usual I delayed a decision and the opportunity was gone. I comforted myself with the thought that, even at my advanced years, perhaps, just perhaps, success might still come and meet me.
But …. what if success is staying alive long enough to know in which skip I belong?