I have not written anything today because
it was my birthday yesterday, and that is rather depressing.
It goes like this when you are seven, and they give you a cake,
you canít wait to be eight, or in my case 80 and that thought
brings no joy other than marking the track to my demise with
fairy lights; and should someone give you a cake you can`t eat
it because you have diabetes.
Enough about me!!! My dog died eight years ago she was
sorely missed a friend who always got in the last bark.
I once tried to commit suicide threw a rope across a beam
stood on my desk, for hours I stood there till someone knocked
on the door, it was the meter reader I was glad to see him
after standing on the desk for 5 hours I was beginning to feel a bit
ridiculous and the dog was sleeping on the sofa, not the slightest
concerned; so I go on living then that all I can do.