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Sunday, 3rd August, 2025
Sitting in my old workroom that has for over a year been my "retreat" where I can sit quietly and reflect on life, and looking at the haphazard jumble on my old workdesk where so many models were built over the years, I think I have finally realised that I am all "washed up"
I am not exactly depressed, but more like fed up of the whole show. Life after 80 is not much fun and we cannot go out for pleasure anymore as most of the town has been pedestrianised and the large high-rise parking area pulled down. Blocked off roads, more bus lanes, one way traffic systems and security cameras have made it too difficult for the elderly. Not that it really matters, as all the shops I once frequented have gone now. So it is all online these days.
I have never really like this century that seems to be striving for an unmanned world. (Press 1 if, press 2 if!" and the almost complete obsession with smartphones and computer games.

Sitting in my old workroom that has for over a year been my "retreat" where I can sit quietly and reflect on life, and looking at the haphazard jumble on my old workdesk where so many models were built over the years, I think I have finally realised that I am all "washed up"
I am not exactly depressed, but more like fed up of the whole show. Life after 80 is not much fun and we cannot go out for pleasure anymore as most of the town has been pedestrianised and the large high-rise parking area pulled down. Blocked off roads, more bus lanes, one way traffic systems and security cameras have made it too difficult for the elderly. Not that it really matters, as all the shops I once frequented have gone now. So it is all online these days.
I have never really like this century that seems to be striving for an unmanned world. (Press 1 if, press 2 if!" and the almost complete obsession with smartphones and computer games.

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