The insane ramblings of  an ordinary person, the life and loves, the ups and downs and all performed without the aid of a safety net or even a glass of a particularly nice Margeaux. Of course this can be said for anyone as really we are all insane to some extent, sanity is is like a ballon floating around the room. Usually we can hang onto the attached string but on occasion it slips thru the fingers and before we know it its bouncing arond the ceiling just out of reach, The trick is to keep a spare pack of ballons, that way you can always blow yer own ….. ballon that is!. And if you’re really adventurous you can bend and twist it into a different shape….but what you do behind closed doors and in your own time is up to you.
Anyways, back to the blog thing….erm dunno…my train of thought turned into a loose caboose and has run down the track and way round the bend, now…where’s that ballon gone?!