On Brains and Finding Stuff in There. May 25.

Had a wee tale to relate a week or so ago and as is fairly normal, I forgot about it. But I was dusting inside my head and found it lying there sad and forgotten on the to-do shelf in the dark and dingy space that contains my brain. Things often got lost in there because unlike most folks's brains, it isn't particularly compartmentalised (Feck! thons a big word for a Sunday morning isn't it?).

If you remember toddling into one of these dusty old junk shops. You know the kind of thing. Stuff just left wherever a space could be found. Where you have to rummage through piles of "bric-a-brac" and "objet d'art" not to mention the corsets and the curtains, in the forlorn hope of finding a little gem. Well the inside of my head's a bitty like that. Maybe I should find some of these "Numbskulls" (If you know, you know.) and have them tidy up. Nope! wouldn't work. They'd take one look, mutter 'nae chance' and dauner back to wherever it is old comic characters go when they're not wanted anymore.

Right..! Back to the subject in hand. No.. my brain's not in my hand. That's just silly. And we all know I don't do silly, don't we? Hmmm... not sure about some of these head movements and knowing smiles. Anyway back to the tale. Ach Hollyhocks!!! We can't! I've lost the ferk'n thing again. Stay safe y'all.... and watch out for the elephants.