Grumpies in Troon

Every month, a group of men, much the same as me, meet up for coffee and bacon rolls. There is only one way to be eligible for membership. Someone, sometime has told us that we were a grumpy old man. For me it was my wife.

The coffee and rolls are inconsequential as we only meet to moan about our lot in life. We compare our grumps, evaluate each one and decide that we are better off than the others. So we take our own personal moan and decide that we are not in a worse situation than anyone else, then make our own way home contented.

Today we were in Troon in a lovely wee cafe called The Venice. Sounds posh, but it’s not. Everywhere in Troon just needs to sound posh.

I’ve been quite emotional today, another side effect of the hormone pills! I’m usually very much in control of my emotions but today I was dismayed to find that tears weren’t far from the surface and I had to make a real effort to centre myself. It’s important for me that I can keep these things in check. Maybe I’ll get angry tomorrow, as that’s something most folk can handle!