Not sure quite what I am going to type here, as I am just filling in time, waiting for a cup of tea to brew. It's almost as if I feel I don't want to write something, because I don't want my inner feelings to be examined, I don't want a reader to know how I am feeling, at this moment in time. Which is absurd, because a) I don't feel that bad, and b) I couldn't ever get to the point of fully describing how I feel.
Must go now as that cup of tea beckons.
Roger Moore 1927 – 2017
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