This is probably not an entry I would have liked to make, but the whole idea for an exercise like blogging is for posterity. Well, it is for me, anyway. One day, who knows – a little version of me 50 years later would discover this blog and said, “Look, gramps had this experience, too!”
I’m talking about libido. Sure, I’ve just sneaked past 40 but surely I’m still as youthful and, dare I say it, as virile as ever before? Or am I not? I shudder to think that I have aged in this way, as well.
Perhaps I can blame it on the fact that we (Theresa and I) have both had to shoulder the bulk of the housework and are therefore often tired out at the end of the day. At least one, if not both of us usually collapse into a heap on the lounge set at night as the family sit around watching a supposedly exciting television program, and snore away, dead to the world. We are talking perhaps 9 or 9.30pm and that is hardly the time to just drift off to Noddy land. But we do.
Perhaps I can blame it on the cold weather but this is hardly Arctic winter.
Whatever the cause, I hang my head in shame, admitting I have plummeted in this department, down to perhaps the Malaysian national average of what – 52 times a year? Even in Victoria, that average is a shameful statistic, one to be elevated, if you know what I mean.
So what do I do? Maybe we can do something about the fact that next week, kiddo goes away for a school camp. We’d have the whole house to ourselves then, and perhaps, a little less housework to worry about. I am not exactly rubbing my hands in glee but that is certainly an idea to work on…watch this space!
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