It pains me to report to you my findings: There are many snakes in our individual paradises but I have identified a corker in mine. An absolute stinker. One I didn’t think possible but then a surprise will spring at you with no regard to your happiness. A bit like the wind carrying off your hat into a distance, never to be retrieved.
In case you wonder why my font has NOT gone large: Don’t. It’s me who is going blind. Not you. And particularly not you, Lorna.
So what’s YOUR snake, the one that spoils some of your enjoyment of life? If you find this question too personal and intimate to answer in public please do indulge me in private. As most of you, and I, know, to my cost: Nothing will go far or further with me.
And it’s only Monday. By Saturday we’ll be roasting in a slow cooker. Falling off the bone.
Hugs and kisses, as ever yours in your hour of no need,