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I had rushed out to our little local mall one Sunday morning for croissants for the Sunday morning breakfast – in a hurry to get home before the scrambled eggs hardened or the crispy bacon went soggy.  I hauled into the underground parking, jumped out the car and ran for Woolworths.  I was the first customer, I paid cash for one item and was back at my car within three minutes – four max.

There, on my windscreen was this pink sticky note covered with angry capital letters.

I have cold feet.  Not the metaphorical kind, although I may have lived a life of quiet timidity.  No, my feet are actually cold.  I am sitting in the study at midnight without socks, shoes or slippers, and even this solar oven of a flat can get cold at the dead of night in mid-winter.

One of the consolations of “getting on” (some might say) is that you get to spend more time talking to doctors – or rather having doctors talk to you with that casual condescension that probably takes a full year of training to acquire.