"And the rain beats on my roof...
And it does not ask for proof..."
I haven't anything to say, I'm still here, just.
I had a good quote, but "nowt" to go with it. If pushed to speak, well it continues to rain, both literally and metaphorically (Think Buddy Holly), my sickness interview is Tuesday, my aged body continues to fail, blah, blah, and indeed blah... (excuse my language but I am right royally pissed off at the moment. I seem to be swinging between this state and depression, what a goofball!)
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