I used to make a fool of myself roughly once in every week. Now, I only do it once a month. What is it in me? Why do I want to run up to a Rotweiller and smack it on the face? I just did it again!
For years I have been told someone was looking for me – someone I really did not want to meet: so why did I write to them this Christmas and give them my address?
The kind of deathwish I have is that one which makes me upload files onto a disc and send them to my employer without checking to see what else is on the disc first. Yes, I’ve done that.
I am, sadly, a fool. Too old to change now – it’s ingrained, it’s part of my character. At least that makes me a natural fool – maybe that helps, do you think?