Yay! A new blog all for me.

Well it’s sunday and earlier on, just after I got up in fact, I enacted the ritual that has been performed by me since the dawn of today. I curled up on the sofa with a huge pot of Earl Grey tea and a box of biccies waiting for Rumpole of the Bailey to come onto my television. As I sat there thinking myself the happiest man in the world I looked down, only to see a testicle peeking round the hem of my dressing gown. For some reason that spoiled the whole moment and I went to have a bath and get dressed, leaving my tea to go cold with a feeling that the whole world was futile. Strange things testicles the site of them can make the happiest man feel miserable.

Ho hum! Perhaps they’ll invent an antidote one day.

Peas

A Flash of Reality
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