From day to day I am traveling. As in previous posts it all seems like it is happening to somebody else and then something happened today. It was awful and washed over me faster than walking into a lift where the previous occupant had left behind the smelliest fart in the world. My brother and my dad came to my house, watched a particully un-eventful grand prix, had a few beers and then went back to their own lives. As I watched my dad drive away with my little brother in the passengers seat of his dinosaur of a car I thought 'and that is the last time thatis going to happen'.
Today has been hard work. Very hard work. Not just because of the smelly fart or the dinosaur car but simply because I am now watching EVERYTHING and wondering 'is this the last time' and as that day arrives the possibility of 'is this the last time' is being answered with the word Yes.
Took me about 2 hours to calm down after the race but by god, did I need that outburst of emotion.
Right, back to the Mark you know.
How on earth did I mannage 41 years without a nasal hair trimmer ect ect ect......
Is this blog page what the inside of your mind looks like? Its stunningly chic and modern. We gotta get you sorted with some photos however.
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