I’m not asking for much.
The older I get so my needs become ever more simple. I don’t hanker after a fast car or a bigger house. I don’t envy any of those people in advertisements who are supposed to convince me that my life isn’t perfect without their tacky produce. I don’t even need [much] more money. I can manage without skiing holidays. I wouldn’t mind seeing the Grand Canyon but am happy to forgo that pleasure.
All I would like is to be able to drop down to the village and sit in the sun outside the coffee shop and have a chat with a few mates.
It would be nice to drop into the library to chat up the librarian and maybe borrow a book or two.
I would like to be able to walk into a shop without having to queue outside.
Life would be better if I could chat to the shopkeeper without a fucking great sheet of perspex in my face.
It would be nice to be able to go somewhere where I’m not constantly bombarded with signs telling me how much two meters is.
It would be nice to switch on the television news even just once, without seeing the miserable face of Holohan droning on about deaths and disease.
My needs are very simple.
It’s not too much to ask, is it?