Its been a long day. A day that started with a surreal ride through the vast expanse of slightly smouldering bush on my way to the office in Perth. It finished up with a conversation with one of my more special and trusted colleagues at the bank.
“How are you doing ? How are you really doing ?” she asked in a genuinely concerned tone. With my guard momentarily dropped, I mentioned the significant discomfort I am continuing to experience in my chest region, and added for good measure “Its the Hormones !”
“Cabbages, you need Cabbages ! ” was the almost instant response.
Its probably says a great deal about my state of mind, that my immediate thoughts somewhat missed the point. These immediate thoughts, that I hasten to add, I deeply regret being unable to stop myself uttering were somewhat short of the mark…..
.”But they are not the right shape, can you buy them buy cup size ? and surely on a day like today they will be going off by mid afternoon ?”
With her eyes pointing skywards and a huge smile on her lips, she politely suggested that it was best to eat them as opposed to using them as prosthetics…
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