The inconvenience of trying to make more of an effort sartorially, combined with the fact that I start yawning my head off at about 8pm and yearn for my bed at about 10pm means that on the rare occasions Mrs TTDD & I venture out for a drink and a bite to eat we much prefer to go out in the afternoons.
I assume this is just one more trait of nearing my mid-fifties.
Can anyone else relate to this?
I assume this is just one more trait of nearing my mid-fifties.
Can anyone else relate to this?
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