Design fault

If there is one thing which manages to slightly annoy me it’s dust. Shedding our own skin all over the place.

Dust and debris are the devil’s own invention. But then that”s what the Devil is for, isn’t he: To keep us on our toes. And vacuum cleaners’ manufacturers and their bags in business.

I wish I were Miss Havisham. Not that anyone has ever swindled me out of anything or stood me up at the altar. But Miss Havisham had grace: She was able to live with cob webs although she could have afforded a cleaner.

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Almighty jumble

I can’t say I particularly like sponges. For reasons irrelevant this minute.

However, the brain, my brain, apart from looking like a sponge, is a sponge. Absorbent. Very. Till it drips. Where the sponge has one over the brain is that you can wring it – unlike your brain.

Alternatively I wish I could hoover my brain’s recesses. Or order everything stored up there alphabetically, to locate when needed.

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