Almost, but not quite

22 January 2006

Skywards

I went for my first walk in a very long time today. I thought that I might finally be able to make it more than 2 yards beyond the end of the drive before the burning desire to pee descended upon me. I didn’t expect to do the whole of my usual route of about 3 miles, so I planned either to double back on myself, or head to the village after the stream. I put my binoculars and camera in my backpack (although the light was rubbish) and set off. I spied on a few birds with my binoculars and took a few rubbishy photos before heading to the village as my bladder started to make its presence felt. The walk home from the village was rather more aerobic than usual, rather more purposeful than my usual amble. Back home my bladder hasn’t quite forgiven me for the hour it was without constant drinking and loo-visiting and I’m absoutely knackered. It used to be that I couldn’t go out. Now, I can go out, but I seem to drop dead afterwards. Still, I can’t complain too much, as my life has been brighter since yesterday’s discovery that the German for “pee break” is “Pinkelpause” (pinkel-powza), which, I must admit, made me laugh like a drain when I saw it.