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Cautious Kevin and the Fragmented Dentist's Soap Opera

It's me. I'm responsible. I'm clinical. No gut instinct. That's what we British do, isn't it? We complain, we whinge, money for driving lessons, worry about sorting out the finances, I'm not worried about the finances, I've got fewer finances to worry about, I wouldn't mind a bit more money. I'm less ambitious than I used to be. I yo-yo. I don't know. I'm restless. We're separating. I was separated, but... back... now I am separated. I'm cautious. I should do more talking I suppose. I get to hear about the family in six separate instalments, it's enough to drive you crazy, like the government's state of fear and the collapse of the eco-system, I don't lie awake at night worrying about it, maybe we should be, I've turned into a grumpy old man, excuse me for getting political, no, no, no, it's ok really, the passion is good. It's been good. We feel better for talking, not saying no less, but saying yes more.

Yes!

Story by:

Phil Doran

magicphil@btinternet.com

submitted at 1:24am

23 December 2009

Phil Doran's web:

thespaghettifaction.blogspot.com