The Mid-life Crisis.

I was in Curry's at 10am on a Sunday morning. I was stood still, wondering in what direction I needed to go to find bastarding filters for bastarding cooker hoods. Ryan came to ask if he could help. Ryan could have been anywhere between 12 and 20 years old. Ryan showed me where the bastarding filters were. At home, I couldn't see the screw fixings because I'd left my bastarding varifocals in the car. I suddenly felt very maudlin.
Outside it had started to rain.