And then there are days I think about the past and how weird it all was and I wonder if anyone would actually believe much of what I would have to say. Some of it is so truly bizarre.
On those days, I talk it through with Mrs Bemused (who knows the whole story) "and then I don't feel so sad" (borrowed from the Sound of Music).
This is where I find Fanda Eagles helps, it is hard to comprehend just how weird all this was without the benefit of having been in "the system" of MKland and Triberkingdom. Throw in the element of a unique family experience and only those who know me well can begin to understand the complexities.
On days as such, I wonder if a book exposing my life would be of much interest or the process of writing it a bit to much for my ageing mind to relive. But then I have other days when I think it is a good idea.
I should probably stop thinking
