I was thinking about my under-performing left ventricle
tonight. It occurred to me that I’ve had my heart broken a few times on the
rocky road of life, but it’s never been clinically recognised before.
Maybe that Indian woman some stranger wrote about on my blog in the early hours of this morning will approach me in Sainsbury’s tomorrow. Maybe she will hold me with the chilling and hypnotic stare of a Bengal Tiger and either make me whole or finish me off. In twenty years of shopping in Ashbourne I’ve never seen an Indian woman, but we do have an Indian restaurant and there’s always a first time for everything…
I really don’t know where I get them from, you know, I really don’t. Boredom I expect.
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