The Time of my Life.

I SHOULD OPEN BY STATING THAT Ceeteejackson.com IS THE SOLE AUTHORIZED HOME OF MY WRITING.

I don’t buy much. Hey, I’m Scottish! I’m not known for spending money … short arms, deep pockets and all that. 😉

When I do splash the cash, it usually centres around music and books, and coming up with a ‘best ever’ from all that ‘clutter’ (according to my wife) is well-nigh impossible.

However, if asked the best purchase I’ve ever made, I’d have to say, Time.

Now, I don’t mean I bought Time like Trump seems (allegedly) to have recently ‘bought’ Infantino, In fact, I don’t recall any negotiation or deals being made at all, so maybe it’d be more accurate to say, I ‘acquired’ Time as opposed to paid for it. And when you think on it anyway, how could I physically transact Time. Who would I make the cheque payable to?

And how could its value be quantified? I know, for my part, having suffered the Sudden Cardiac Arrest, had I been in a conscious state, I would probably have been quite happy to pay over the odds for an extra five minutes. And yet the owner, whoever that may be, saw fit to play fair and didn’t squeeze the last vestige of hope and promise from my soul.

‘Five more minutes’ is a standing joke in my family:

“Colin, come on, finish that pint, we have to go home now …”
“Five more minutes …?”
“Hurry up – we’ll be late …!”
“Five more minutes, please …?”
“Colin! Out the pool now – we’re going to dinner!” (That’s a holiday quote – we don’t actually have a pool. Or dinner.😉)
“Five more minutes …?”

“OK, Colin Jackson / 05081958. This is it this time.” (You need to read the book 😉)
“Aaw! Go on Mr Death – five more minutes, eh?”

No matter how we do it; no matter how much it costs, the most precious thing any one of us will ever buy, is Time.

Fortunately, I seem to have taken out an extended warranty on my purchase.

🤣😂🤣


Discover more from Cee Tee Jackson

Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.

2 comments

  1. Time is not something that can be bought or sold,At least that’s what I’ve been told, By a man who looked like skin and bone,And wore a black gown all torn and worn, In his skinny arm he held a scythe, Your time is up now pay your tithe!,I struggled free and ran off, I ain’t paying rent to some stupid toff, You can go to hell you treacherous beast, Suppose that gave me a little more time at least.😆

    Like

Leave a comment