Once, when I was young…..

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?