We went to buy diarrhoea potions this morning. And paikillers, plasters and some other things that may or may not have begun with a p. The conversation was a disaster. We got the stuff but we were like blind people in a sighted world. I came away cursing, belittled.
I'm reading a book by a bloke called Eloy Moreno. It's a cracking book. Best I've read for ages. I was just reading the chapterlet where the fat man, having abandoned his job, bank accounts and family, makes it to the top of the hill and down to the hostel. I was sobbing with emotion. The book is just so well written.
How is it that I can read a book but not ask for a beer?
In a shop = pressure to perform, versus books/TV where you set the pace? Or should I say physician heal thyself, and like the good teacher that you (probably) are, do your homework first by practising what you want to say?
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