ages of man

had a great time on Saturday night, meeting up with some friends who I haven't seen for a couple of years. It turns out we've all independently reached the fourth age of man: a combination of grumpiness and gardening. Buying garden furniture seems to be an intrinsic part of this, something akin to the irresistible urge of salmon to return to their spawning grounds.

Tags: old friends | gardening | grumpy