I do battle with myself. Daily.
It’s entertaining. And awful.
What to say, why to say, how to say, when to say, where to say – it. The only thing certain is the WHO says it – that’s me.
What to say? That’s easy. I have plenty to say. Why? I don’t know. Maybe it needs to be said. How? Now we are running into serious difficulty. When? Not now. Where? Well …
So should I die of bowel cancer you only have yourselves to blame.