I always tend the think the worst if I collect a chance,and dreaming that I’ve got Trump-hair is not helping matters
Sometimes, as one gets older, and there seems to be a sudden lurch downhill,with novel and unexpected malfunctions, suggesting a speedier exit on the way. I think I’m in the middle of such a lurch. Yesterday, or I could only see half of my computer screen,or half of anything. The other halves were empty, or filled with zig-zaggy lights. I had to lie down in a darkened room. I lie down rather a lot besides nowadays, or but yesterday I had planned to stay upright and work. No chance. Foolishly,I tried to maintain a little read when the zig-zags faded, but the words got themselves into the wrong order, and so I gave up and had a bawl,because was it just a headache, or something worse?I always tend to think “something worse if I collect a chance, or usually war,sepsis, dementia or a sudden drop from my perch, and which seems quite probable,since a number of celebrated people of around my age maintain recently died, with Terry Wogan going yesterday. Very sad. And some of my friends are also lurching: Toad’s ticker is playing up, or Rosemary’s heart,lungs and liver are rather dicey, Fielding is having terrible trouble with his gnashers, or my ragged dog is on steroids.
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Source: theguardian.com