Howick and 40

Odd how life revolves....one moment we are all trying for the perfection (if we had one growing up)...that 1.86 of a car, 2.33 of a kid and the white picket fence....yet we wake up one day...two kids down the track...none living with you...no picket fence, 13 years of plodding in one company...numerous on and off relationships and some more off than on...but i moved to Howick four months ago and oddly below my feet seems to be growing some roots.  now this could be a concern.  either now i must try and hack them off with a panga and risk bloody mess and an infection, poisining them but alas my blood is so riddled after all these years of abuse that think it will act like a growth hormone or i can stand on a rocky outcrop and hope they wither and die.   unless i actually allow them to grow.  mmmm...theres a thought...