I inadvertently – but, with hindsight, also quite fortunately – stumbled across something that’s really stopped me in my tracks this week in a teeth-shattering-kick-to-the-gob manner. The sort of thing which requires one to haul up the drawbridge and boil up the oil, whilst simultaneously launching a hauberk-clad scathing counter offensive. So super bad in fact was my discovery, that it means the Huw has little choice but to roll up his sleeves and seriously kick some bottoms this next couple of weeks. In fact, essentially I have to bring myself to the point where I can say I need to kick "ass", without feeling like a complete charlatan. It’ll be a bit like that bit in every A-Team episode where they’ve gone down the normal half-assed A-Team avenue, and then realise they need to build an Apache helicopter out of some clothes hangers and an old wheelbarrow. This sadly necessitates the closure of My Thoughts Exactly until mid-March until I can emerge either victorious and stronger (I love it when a plan comes together), or browbeaten and humbled (I pity the fool). You’ll all wait for me though, right?
In the meantime, entertain me with tales of your most blood-boiling discovery. Your woes will keep me going.
Tributes: Lanette, Tall Paul and Housemate Louise – cheers for the support: greatly needed and most appreciated.
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