Wednesday, 13 October 2004

why worry?

It's an insidious habit, don't you know. (domestic blog-day blues)
This morning I got worried about a wasp stuck somewhere in the lounge and the delivery of my mother's new washing machine. Lunchtime, and I realized that although the wasp was now flying free, and the washing machine delivered safely, I was still worrying about both. How many long-past events are still filling my subconscious mind with dread and worry, I asked to no-one in particular.

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