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On a Sunday afternoon, I used to say cheerily to the twins,
On a Sunday afternoon, I used to say cheerily to the twins,
“Who’s coming out for a family walk then?”
Neither was enthusiastic.
In fact, they’d do pretty much anything to get out of it, only just
short of cutting their own leg off with a blunt handsaw.
The other day, I came in from work:
“Hi, would you chaps like a little walk in the woods?”
“Yep. Fine.”
“Sure. Just a mo.
While I put my boots on.”
What was going on?
Were they being ironic?
Sadly not. It was a
sign of the times – family walks are now in such shortage that it is possible
to be nostalgic about them and to look forward to them as rare and special
occasions.
Sure enough, we had a rare and special family walk and I
took some nostalgic photos.
Maybe we’ll do it again during the Christmas hols.
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