The Lost Plimsoll Monologue

The past and the future side-by-side

Happier times (Photo by Natalya Zaritskaya on Unsplash)

It came and went without much fuss really. There was the predictable ribbing at work, about bus passes and Zimmer frames, and young Eric, the office wag, chipped in with his two penn’orth. He announced, in a sober tone, that as I had now turned sixty, I would be required by law to display a trilby hat in the rear window of my car to alert those behind…