A Little Apology.

Should I reprise that post I made a few years ago in which I explained why I so despise weddings and why I feel a creeping sense of antipathy towards anyone who insults my good taste by inviting me to one?

I don’t think so. I do feel somewhat inclined so to do, but the subject of weddings carries too many debilitating associations at the moment.

And I promise to lay off the subject of weddings and debilitating associations once the fever consequent upon a flare up of my Writers’ Fixation Syndrome has settled. Sorry to be so boring, but it is my blog (and my syndrome.) If you can suffer Kavanagh's poetry, you can suffer my blog.