I haven’t bought myself a Porsche, not even one of those tricksie little twin-turbo nutcase ones. I am not having a mid-life crisis. That was so five years ago. I am however taking more risks. I looked in the mirror, and the words of Kenny Rogers sprang to mind, as they often do. I could tell I was holding aces.
So I’m going to have a crack at full-on proper sparring tonight. I told Bruce about my accelerated time-line for getting out of the country, and he agreed that I could get an opportunity to have the living Jehosephat beaten out of me. The catch is that my health insurance ran out about a month ago.
Right, I’m off to burn my mouth by trying to mould a gumshield to it following instructions written in Spanish.