Bright lights

My new neighbour sent me a message, the fairs here and my girls won't go with me -will you?

How could I refuse, we practically ran down there like excited teenagers.

The bumper cars and a waltzer ride later, I'm nearly throwing up! my body's way of telling me I'm old and I should stop this nonsense!

I've spent years being thrown around like a Rag doll in a washing machine at many theme parks and never had any side effects.

I can't be getting old, I just can't!*


*disclaimer: I am old and have known it for a while!