Never let it be said that I, a survivor of many a military campaign, would ever shirk his duties or baulk in the face of a challenge.
Never let it be said that I, a wordsmith of limited capability but unparalleled enthusiasm, would ever lower myself to allow four letter words of a certain nature to creep into my blog.
And never let it be said that I, a man with an unrivalled humour of a nine year old, would ever abandon my jovial spirits in favour of gloom and despondency.
That said, I just cannot be arsed to write anything today, so you can all go to hell on a hand-cart and leave me alone in my own little cloud of despair.
No, wait!
Come back!
I was only joking.
Oh, bugger!
Never let it be said I didn't love (or throw) the occasional pity party. Buck up little camper.
ReplyDeleteOh honey, let the 4 letter words fly and have a good gloom fit ... it will do you good. It will entertain us, no doubt :)
ReplyDeleteI work every day to fight away gloom :)