Delusion....

Was that delusion peeking round the corner of life…? it was her fingernails I noticed first, that luminous give away which she (yes she!) had forgotten to conceal.

I had considered, briefly, that my recent radio presentation had a moment of magic where I felt sure an audience really was paying attention to the airwave borne musical message.

I also wondered about monophobia.

Mine was becoming a stained existence, perhaps it had been for some time. Tired of gossip and other conversation sell by dates …..It was time to withdraw a little more …perhaps I should climb into a discarded shell------if there’s one big enough.

Or maybe there is a vacancy in the rear window in a suitably comfortable family saloon where I could become the nodding dog of life………………………agreeing with everything and

EVERYONE.

I can see a freighter on the Atlantic. Bound for destination unknown. Better to travel in hope than to arrive…

room for a stray Scot?