Here we are again, back to the same old familiar position. I
saw it coming, of course; they gave me warning enough that this little lesson
was going to be a hard one. Time to get up, change direction and move on to
learn some more.
One of my erstwhile teachers once referred to her
partner-in-education with the words ‘her slag side.’ What is a slag, exactly?
It’s a very subjective term, of course, and so it defies precise definition. I
know what it means to me, but that’s my business and my problem.
I think I should concentrate my attention on the birds and
the trees from here on in. There’s a lady blackbird who hangs around me and
seems to want to be my friend. What she really wants is food, I know that. I’m
not a complete fool yet. Just getting there, slowly.
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