1.43 .....My slowest time yet.
And my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite
who's chokin’ on the splinters
Soy un perdedor etc.
The Sunday Star Times Columnist of the Year always has helpful words of consolation for me in dark moments. He told me it was probably just as well I hadn’t achieved the time I coveted. It might well have made me into a conceited – (Moi?) - big-headed insufferable C-word.
That is how I conveyed it to my wife as we drove home, making due concession to our sweet-hearted little girl in the booster seat. A little while ago she confided in us that she never uses the F-word at school even though Ryan and Matthew take much pleasure in its deployment.
She also informed us that there is one word that’s even worse, and that’s the M word. “And it’s not” she said solemnly “very kind to mothers.”
In times of disappointment, we turn to the solace of the happy family. This afternoon will be family time.
But next year, oh, next year that time will be mine.