I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
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You said you would post this and I truly did not believe you ....shame on me. But oh, dear, I'm feeling a bit hysterical right now.... excuse me, must run .......
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ps. Digital, baby....digital all the way ;)
ReplyDeletethe JOLLY MOLLY indeed!
ReplyDeleteThere's something about this.... can't quite put my finger on it....
ReplyDeleteYou're a very naughty person, soubriquet !!!
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Thats quite a whirly-gig.
ReplyDeleteAre there any doctor's still practicing this method? I imagine that they have been struck orf and sued off the planet - what a shame!!
ReplyDeleteDid you get one of these for your birthday? Do you need a license to drive it?
ReplyDeleteOh Bulletholes, I am naturally equipped with all the equipment a lady might need.
ReplyDeleteSo I'm told.
Minx: Try the older doctors; ask your pharmacist for the ones who write in copper-plate.
ReplyDeleteI think there may still be beam-engine-powered 'Jolly Mollies' on Cornwall.