Lost it. A part (parts???) of me’s gone – all 4 kilograms of it. And I don’t even know which part has fallen off this creaky cart. That bothers me. I need to know but truth, as we all know, is a shy, even wily character – rarely seen, seldom heard. To draw it out needs careful cajoling – a couple of beers, maybe 3 or perhaps 4, should do it I think. Hmm…I’m already filling up.
But such juvenile facetiousness aside, I’m happy at the loss. A load off me. And wisely, I’m not celebrating.
Rambling On My Mind 