Last night I went to church but all the seats were taken. I decided to 'bunk off' and went round the side of the church where I ascended Ben Nevis by the path. At the top I sat with my legs dangling over the North Face and spotted the female minister and my mother descending a scary system of ledges. I was mortified that they had apparently already made a difficult ascent and were now going down a route that petrified me. I felt unable to follow. The humiliation was compounded by the fact that they had done a severe route and were heading back in time for the church service.
Back to some well worn themes here, I'm afraid, all associated with late adolescense.
ReplyDeleteA young man on the edge; mature women possibly in tweeds, who knows where it could lead? Be afraid, be very afraid!
...i wouldn't go down that route if I was you.
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