On and on he goes.....

DNA

I haven't said much about being an empty nester in two or three months. That doesn't mean that I've not been thinking about it. In fact I thought about it today when someone on the news said something about a 65 million year old Raptor nest - including 22 tiny fossil eggs. I probably thought about it because I feel like a bit of an old dinosaur. And this made much worse today because I've twisted, bent, hurt, upset, torn, stretched, aggravated, whatever my knee. So much so that I had to cancel a squash game for the first time ever. Dear o dear. Someone is going to buy the nest for a few hundred thousand dollars. My nest is worth a whole load more than that - at least in my eyes - but mine can't or wont be fossilised. Mine is no more. It is a dead nest. Because life moves on. I have thought a bit about whether I'd want to get it back to how it was 6 months ago - just like the movie maker of Jurassic park resurrects the beasts from 65 million years ago. But I don't.