Getting old.

[Jobbo]

My pharmacist is a balding middle aged man with a paunch, as is correct.

Drug dealer? I don't know anyone who refers to the person dispensing in the chemist as 'their pharmacist'

[ZedLeg]

My drug dealer is a teenager with a mastiff, as it should be.

[Jobbo]

Getting old has small consequences which become annoying. I had a lovely drive round Wales today. But rural Wales at 8.30am on a weekend morning does not have many open public toilets. And I probably spent half my morning needing a wee. Only slightly, not enough to find a pile of slate to kiss behind. But enough to be mildly distracting.

Getting old is presumably a series of mild distractions that cumulatively kill you.