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.