When we lived in England could play 18 holes of golf, call in at the gym for an hour, go home and **** her brains out, have a coffee and cut the lawn.

 

By this time Ms ‘now not so empty head’ would have cooked a wonderful meal, would have eaten it together whilst downing a bottle of wine.

 

Today just managed to play eighteen holes, came home and collapsed in the armchair and promptly fell asleep.  Woke up to a glass of orange juice!

 

Anyone else feel that the ‘sands of time’ are slowly catching you up.  

I now keep sinking in it, quick sand....????.........????

It's called aging and the body makes the call, you then start to get know your limitations. 

I don't ride my bike so far in 1 day on bike trips and have more pitstops. 

No problem with other 2 hobbies. 

1 hour ago, transam said:

I now keep sinking in it, quick sand....????.........????

 

Slow sand at our ages ???? 

2 hours ago, PFMills said:

When we lived in England could play 18 holes of golf, call in at the gym for an hour, go home and **** her brains out, have a coffee and cut the lawn.

15 years back I was living in a cold wet country and sleeping with a 50 year old Brit schoolteacher that openly hated me.

Today I'm living in a hot dry country and sleeping with a 30 year old Thai lady that pretends to love me.

Today is better!

 

My advice to the OP,

Get a younger woman and cut back on the golf.

3 minutes ago, BritManToo said:

15 years back I was living in a cold wet country and sleeping with a 50 year old Brit schoolteacher that appeared to hate me.

Today I'm living in a hot dry country and sleeping with a 30 year old Thai lady that pretends to love me.

 

Today is better!

Pretend ? You not better off

12 minutes ago, BritManToo said:

15 years back I was living in a cold wet country and sleeping with a 50 year old Brit schoolteacher that openly hated me.

Today I'm living in a hot dry country and sleeping with a 30 year old Thai lady that pretends to love me.

Today is better!

 

My advice to the OP,

Get a younger woman and cut back on the golf.

So it was you , you scoundrel that was sleeping with my ex-wife. Sorry, wrong guy, she went on to marry him. 

Give up the golf, get a gardener and lace the orange with some Belvedere, Chopin, Luksusowa, Ostoya, Pan Tadeusz or Wyborowa.  Get her to dress up as a schoolgirl / policewoman (whatever) and take up the gentle art of boneography.

3 hours ago, PFMills said:

When we lived in England could play 18 holes of golf, call in at the gym for an hour, go home and **** her brains out, have a coffee and cut the lawn.

 

By this time Ms ‘now not so empty head’ would have cooked a wonderful meal, would have eaten it together whilst downing a bottle of wine.

 

Today just managed to play eighteen holes, came home and collapsed in the armchair and promptly fell asleep.  Woke up to a glass of orange juice!

 

Anyone else feel that the ‘sands of time’ are slowly catching you up.  

 

 

Your headline "What A Difference Fifteen Years Makes" is the answer.

Get a 15 year younger girlfriend and you will be motivated again.

 

 

13 minutes ago, OneMoreFarang said:

 

 

Your headline "What A Difference Fifteen Years Makes" is the answer.

Get a 15 year younger girlfriend and you will be motivated again.

 

 

Think I recognise her she goes by the name of Moon or Venus????