Isn't life challenging?

I stopped the car - he got in. I’ll describe him. 

Not in my words - words copied from a book.

"Memories of a geisha."

"In one corner of his mouth was a giant mole like a piece of food, and his eyebrows were so bushy they looked like caterpillars that had crawled down out of his hair and gone to sleep there. Everything about him was in disarray, not only his grey hair, but his shirt, which looked as if he’d slept in it the night before."        

Of cause he does not look like this.   He is short and fat - with a barrow for a stomach. He does not have a mole, and he is clean shaven. He tells me he has had two hip replacements - plus shoulder surgery (all on national health). 

I can’t resit from telling him - I am in good health.  It makes me feel superior

He tells me he meet his partner up north - together they purchased a car and a caravan to travel the country.    That was nine years ago and twelve years more are still traveling.       

I can't recall his or her partners names - nor has he mentioned where she is now - not important.  

After a period of discussing things in general; such as - what it was like in our day and the things we got up to.   Silence took hold for a while as we both tried to remember what our youth was really like.  

I could not work out if was he happy for me - or sad for himself?  Hard to tell really.     

We a have been driving for six hours - wish he never would shut up - its time to end this nightmare.

I stopped the car and made him get out.

The luck you loser…