Old Age And Revenge

Old age and Revenge. woke up one morning distressed….I was forty end of youth no way to stretch it any further. I didn´t go to work on that day, began drinking at eleven, thought of face lift and new hair, the day became loop sided and I woke up next morning in a woman´s bed, I don´t think anything untoward happened because she had union- jack knickers on, served me hot tea. I woke up one morning distressed… I was sixty knew at last I was an adult, so much so I went to work that day, at the office the gave me cakes and joked about my age. The boss gave me a watch, which I think he had bought at a jumble sale and a fortnight later he fired me. I woke up one morning….happy, I was seventy and my former boss has died.