My daughter's friend invited us all up to the local last night to watch the England - USA match, so we had a stroll up there in the evening sunshine. We all got settled in with about 10 minutes to kick off when a young lady in an England shirt came over to me and said,
"Hello Mr. R. how are you? Alright?"
I guessed she was between 20-25 years old, and I hadn't a clue who she was, so I just played along (in case it turned out I did know who it was). So I said I was fine, looking forward to the match, and how was she? She rattled on about the previous World Cup and then pointing to the three women on my left said,
"Are these your daughters?"
So I replied that the one in the middle was, the one on the left was my wife (I'm not above scoring cheap points) and the one on the right was my daughter's friend, then everything became muffled, and I had a strange feeling that if I looked down I'd see that I was wearing pyjama bottoms, and the backs of my hands would be wrinkled and mottled with age spots. I realized that I was actually in a care home somewhere, drifting away on a stream of memories from back in 2010, and this young lady was the nurse come to give me my tablets or something.
I heard her voice coming back into focus and asked her to repeat what she'd just said.
"I'll see you when you come in for your next haircut then" :o