Fitness And The Fifties
Trevor is pretty fit for a man who has passed fifty. He was going to the gym three times a week and picking hotels which have gyms.
He climbed to base camp on Mount Everest. He said it took three weeks to trek across to Everest from Kathmandu, before you even started the ascent.
The souvenir food from local diet consisted of such delicacies as yak cheese. My favourite food is chicken and chips. (Actually chicken or veal with any kind of potato. I do eat durian, an oriental fruit which smells so strongly that signs on Singapore stations forbid you to carry it. Trevor does not like durian.)
Fifty seems to be a magic number, a crossroads, for health. Trevor goes on line to research. He has developed lymphoma in the decade when white men get it.
Look On The Bright Side
Can there be a bright side? He had wanted to live separately and have separate holidays.
They say that Hong Kong is the graveyard of marriages.
He cannot be having affairs over in the Far East. Though he can be in Europe.
He doesn’t mind me dating other people. He put my photo on a dating internet site for me. I am not short of offers.
I’ve had three offers of marriage. And lots of other offers - which did not involve marriage.
When somebody phones for me, Trevor says, ‘One of your suitors.’
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