Crippling a New Year’s Resolution – temporarily

The colour supplement in today’s Sunday paper proclaimed, “The joy of crying”. Apparently, the author thinks “there’s something great about having a good old-fashioned sob”. I don’t agree.

Last year, I worked out how to stop the incessant crying that seemed to be an entrenched result of too many funerals and too many unpleasant people.

With solution in hand, I didn’t need to dig any further. But I’m a curious girl. Perhaps there’s an even better solution out there, somewhere?

I saw monstrous things attacking my big toe.

It stopped me in my tracks …
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