Monday, 22 June 2015

One of those days.

One of those days. What to choose? Do I try to destroy Church House, or the Home Office? Or myself? It's obvious we can't all co-exist. Mindful of Housman's word's "though both are foolish, both are strong", reckon there's only one answer. But I so dislike fuss. Curious how sometimes it is only mimsy bourgeoiserie that keeps one alive.


  1. The answer to feeling destructive is to break something that is of no importance to you or yours, while not frightening the cats into leaving home.

  2. I suspect that a pencil or two might be broken about now. But have patience with yourself - you are of value, while Church House might be regarded as dispensible.