Well, it was 2 o’clock in the morning and my brain wasn’t
working properly because Mr A was distracting it. It’s odd how it happens like
that sometimes: a small beer and a couple of scotches can turn my brain into
something akin to lumpy porridge, while most of the time I can drink a
bucketful and remain more or less untouched. Must be due to biorhythms or
something. (Nobody ever talks about biorhythms these days, do they? They were
all the rage at one time.)
So am I going to edit the post? No; can’t be bothered. Life’s
short enough and troubled enough as it is. Make allowance for badly balanced
biorhythms.
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