Everything that goes up must come down again, whether, animal, vegetable or mineral. Anyone can go up, just put one foot in front of the other and with each step you get higher. They you must come down again. That is not so easy. I hold the record of descending Swiss paths by sitting on them and sort of moving slowly downwards on a tender part of my anatomy. Of course this happens only on the hidden paths which are only frequented by the experts. My family are all experts. Even my 8-10 year old sons could do it. We reached the top, exhausted and spent time relaxing and enjoying the view.
Eventually we had to go down again and they all ran off because it was easy and quick to go downwards. Only I was left trying to put one foot in front of the other but realising it was not as easy as it looked. I had wobbly legs, my feet were no longer attached to where they should be. And so I thought about it, sat down and was away, slowly but surely.
Directions confuse me now and again: not exactly in the wrong direction in a one-way street, but almost. I acually had my first driving lessons in London, but gave up. It was not my thing. 20 years later I tried again, but in Switzerland. It was more logical. They had the steering wheel on the lefthand side of the car instead of right. The gear levers were on the right and I am right-handed, everything was organised logically. Even the roads were positioned to match. I passed my test after about 90 lessons, but I only took the driving test once. My driving instructor did warn me now and again that we are not in England and driving on the lefthand side of the road is not advisable. That was when he got quite nervous.
And now I will go as it might be that another daily prompt attacks me from another direction. Yesterday I actually got two, perhaps that is why we are reminded today to only write one-way.