Ode to Uncertainty2.

If life would only come my way

And toast my teacakes every day

I’d never frown

Or let her down

I’d smile

And keep the bugs at bay

This is trying to insinuate itself into my blog as a series. Don’t blame me, it’s my muse. I can only hope that such apparent presumption will be excused in certain quarters.

It was said of Iain McCleod’s performance in the House of Commons on one occasion that he appeared ‘tired and emotional,’ which was a euphemism for ‘pissed as a newt.’ Who could want a better excuse?

And do, please, excuse my verbosity. I have two days of blogging to get through, courtesy of Googles’ ‘human error.’ I think I’m just about done.