Sweethearts, am in doldrums.
Do you realise how much effort it takes to justify using the word “doldrums” in your average year’s verbal exchange? Neither did I.
Decisions to be made: Go for it? Let it be – before it’s even started? Don’t say anything. I don’t want to know. If ever I have regretted ‘send’ – and I often do – I most certainly have in the last 12 hours or so. Paranoia is mine.
Might have to recruit Con on this front. Am not being funny here. We are talking truly deranged. No not me. This is serious stuff. Might have to take out an injunction. What good does an injunction do in the world wide web’s sticky net?
If ever swearing were in order – which, in public, it isn’t – it would be at this precise moment.
Please hold my hand. Apropos of nothing: Do you remember those pancake like towers of slabs of hands part of a childhood game I’ve now forgotten? Main thing was not to get your sticky fingers stuck at the bottom. You had to be quick.
Meanwhile , please do round up dung beetles, elephants, cows, Jean, BHB, GM, barnacles, earwigs and all other wildlife to keep me safe. Magpie up the mast like Long John Silver’s parrot surveying the horizon.
I SO got a SMALL detail wrong.
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Bitch on the Blog 
Oh, dear. First the warrant for your arrest and now this problem, whatever it is. Maybe Barath was right? That Ramana has enough to cope with without marrying your problems too?
Comment by Cheerful Monk — May 3, 2011 @ 21:36 |