There is no doubt in my mind whatsoever.
My 'mojo', if indeed I ever had one, is broken.
My mirror doesn't lie and it's telling me all sort of nasty things.
It says "You've got ... puffy eyes / no hair / jowls / fat / old!" and I hate it.
Yes, I know. I can hear you all chorusing "Noooooooo! You are still the handsome (short) hunk you always were", but I must unfortunately agree with my mirror.
It's a damned shame really, because in my mind I'm still that sweet, innocent seventeen year old that went away to join the army ... I still have a childish sense of humour and delight in the misfortune (as long as it isn't serious) of other's.
So why does my body do this to me?
I'm sooooooo intend to replace my mirrors with life size photographs of me as a teenager.
The fed up Daddy of the Sym
About This Blog
This blog was originally started as a thread on the forum pages of an animal rescue site. Now it's here!
The articles you find in here are purely for entertainment (yours and mine) and (with one or two exceptions) are all tongue-in-cheek chronicles of the World (my bit, anyway) as I see it.
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