Old Git

I am officially an old git. A colleague at work started a social group for the older members of staff called the Old Gits Club. I tried to protest that I was not eligible and could perhaps be a young upstart but she said I am plenty old enough and certainly a git. It's my turn to organise the next meeting. I hope some of the lady members turn up because half a dozen middle aged men sat in a tapas bar together is not an image I want to perpetuate.

Organising events has proved to be difficult since few people turn up regularly. It'a a stark contrast to the large, rowdy social activities that I used to get involved with. Perhaps it is a sign of age, a declining empathy with fellow beings. But there is a potential love interest for me; a female colleague with whom I share a flirtatiously professional relationship, if that's feasible.

And there's potential mileage in the idea for a book: The Old Gits Club - A silver romance? I'm not sure how exciting that's going to be, however, either to do it or write about it. Nor am I grey haired yet.

Bah humbug.

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