They think it’s all over.............................

Struggling through a London winter at work…..considering the sunshine future…., Idiot B was on the ropes.

Seconds were out……and offering a white fluffy towel of capitulation.

A back pain which he supposed was partly due years of poor posture owed to the weight of the world on his stooping shoulders, and more recently , a middle aged intro to weight training was causing discomfort which simply accentuated his realisation that a move on was urgently required, before it was too late.

It was a genuine wish that a complete step change was going to be of benefit mentally as well as physically.

But trading old problems for new? The sand between his toes and the occasional mosquito with an intrusive proboscis compared to …..the mundane and the mendacious of, if not home counties life, certainly work.