I read, with a growing sense of disappointment, a newspaper article the other day which put forward evidence that older people are more likely to stray from the point than younger folk. The evidence, collected by researchers
from Edinburgh University no less, is a bit of a blow as far as the Daily Blog is concerned, bearing in mind I had always considered / hoped that its regular digressions were welcomed by you, my dear readers.
Now I am worrying that you will be huffing and puffing with annoyance every time I branch off from, say, relating my latest trip on the Pulse bus into town, to discussing the kind of headgear people start to sport as soon
as the weather turns even the slightest bit cooler. I mean, did you see the golfers on the first day of the Ryder Cup wearing bobble hats, for heaven’s sake? I did ask Mr B if there might be some reason for their choice, maybe they were commemorating
something or raising money for a charity? Or just keeping their heads warm?
Mr B muttered something about irrelevant comments - you might almost think he
had read the University of Edinburgh’s research paper though I am pretty sure he hasn’t. He is, however, disappointed that, because of my cancelled operation, Our Boy hasn’t come down for the weekend to keep him company while I was recuperating.
He had been looking forward to some sensible sporting company, a fellow armchair spectator who would discuss the lie of the golf course, the birdies, the bogeys and the closeness of the teams - rather than their bobble hats. Our Boy is, obviously, younger
than I am, so is (according to the research) more able to stick to the point.
The Middle of the Darling Daughters phones for a chat. She is super, super
busy and it’s a joy to listen to everything that’s going on in her life. I can hear the Trio of Rampaging Rascals in the background and my daughter has to keep breaking off from our conversation to deal with some minor issues. I don’t think
this counts as digressing - more Inevitable Intercessions of a Calming Nature. When it comes to my turn to talk, I try to be very focused as there are several questions to which I need answers, all Birthday and Christmas Related. I don’t digress once.
As far as I can remember.
Apparently the reason why those of us of a Great Age find it hard to keep to the point is because we have larger stores of knowledge
which we can’t stop wanting to share. I’m not sure it’s knowledge - though it may well be experience. This is why the Daily Blog so often goes off piste, I reckon.
When I sit down to write the Daily Blog, I usually have just one thought in my head. It may be a chance remark, a funny story, a sad moment, the fact that I have planted my spring bulbs, a visit from one of my Best Beloved. As you can doubtless tell,
the Daily Blog is not a carefully crafted piece of writing. It is the Random Ramblings of my over-active brain and, as such, not to be taken too seriously by anybody. Especially me. If I stuck to the point, then the Daily Blog would be very, very short each
day. More like a bloglet.
Europe has won the Ryder Cup by seventeen and a half to ten and a half. Apparently,
according to Mr B, the US of A won’t be able to try again for four whole years. An awful lot can happen in that time. I will be four years older, consequently straying away from the point even more as my age advances while my stores of knowledge increase
and my desire to over-share intensifies. Even worse, the researchers say, I may experience a decline in my ability to suppress unnecessary information. They weren’t actually talking about me, personally, of course, but if the cap fits...
Especially if it’s a bobble hat, presumably.