I Be Wore Out By Time I Get There

I forget to explain the title of this blog about Exeter Cathedral.

We did the guided tour. There was about eight of us. At one point, the guide asked us to all sit closely on a bench against the nave wall. "Move closer," she urged.

I walked up close to one seated man in his 60s. Then his wife and others shuffled up further. He moved too. I took a step closer. But the person at the end moved a little further, which caused a ripple of movement as everyone again edged further along. I took a step closer. Again, more condensing of the seating.

This man half stood and shuffled sideways about five times, before the group settled into their final positions, with me advancing one step each time.

In his broad Gloucester accent, he muttered to me, "I be wore out by time I get there."