I am on the edge of a cricket pitch. I am spending a lot of time of the edge of cricket pitches lately. Thus, I decided I would take my laptop with me today and scribe some moving tribute to Michael Douglas who I am assuming will soon be found with a machete buried in his head.
However with usual incompetence I have forgotten both my mouse AND my glasses. To me this like being a chef without a spoon or a politician without an expenses form, or in the case of Michael Douglas probably without a life. Very soon.
So I end this post now by simply saying: God Bless you, Michael. It was a good life till you opened your gob (on all accounts.)
That's it. It's taken about an hour to do this without typos. I've had enough I'm heading to the bar.
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Count yourself lucky. Whenever I used to watch my kids play cricket, I always got roped in to stand at square leg umpire.
ReplyDeleteYou can't even have a doze if you have to keep an eye open for what might be coming your way...
I am doing my best not to be roped in, Martin. I have had my full of voluntary work now - about 18 years worth! Although I still do a little I am trying to avoid more commitments so I can just relax and concentrate on my writing more:)
DeleteGood to see you around by the way I trust all is well???
Fine thanks Jane. Hope all is good with you...
DeleteThat's good to know:) Yes all is well in the Turley world, save for the usual mishaps:)
DeleteIt's poetry Jane. Very moving.
ReplyDeleteIt has to be said: I do have a way with words at times.
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