As he slumped into his well-weathered seat that had moulded itself to his form over the years, he let out a now sadly familiar grunt. He’d thought, having only just turned forty-two, that he’d have a few more years before he began accompanying minor physical tasks by making odd noises, but it seemed to be the universe’s gentle way of telling him that he was now officially heading towards middle-age. He imagined that before too long he’d wake up and immediately begin his day bemoaning how easy school exams were these days and bulk buying cream chinos.
