Tempus Fugit

Looking at my email this morning I saw this strange message: “There are no new messages on the server.” This normally appears AFTER I have dealt with around 10 or 12 emails - the vast majority of which want to sell me some subscription to a scheme that can pour money into my bank account by the bucketload every day.

The only drawback to this wonderful news is that to find out the ultimate secret of how to achieve this marvellous result I must first start feeding barrowloads of MY money to the originators of these wonderful schemes. Now last time I looked a barrow holds a fair bit more than a bucket. So you do not have to be much of a mathematician to work out that your account will be wiped out much quicker than all those scam artists out there.

Now the Tempus Fugit of the title is referring to the fact that I have not made any literary entries for over 5 months. I need a good kick up the backside for that. I guess it all comes down to the fact that as we reach the twilight of our lives life seems to slip away so quickly; hence 5 months seems no longer than 5 days.

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