It's staring at me, as though I just knocked it's drink out of its hand at a bar and have refused to buy it another one - asking me if I want a fight? Er, no thank you. I'd quite like to make friends actually. Sadly, after four years of learning the hard way, I … Continue reading The Blank Page
Fuzziness and grumblinoss, Snifflinky bungedup snozenges, Snortingy sniffinuss sneezeburgers, I've lost the Strepsil lozenges.
I've torn a leaf from my diary, And used it to make a list, Of things I've to do on the morrow, Of things that are not to be missed. But what of the page that was torn out? When I get there, what will be gone? On that day I could have been writing, … Continue reading To do, or not to have done