This song was running through my head yesterday. I remember first hearing it on the radio when I was in the fourth form at school. It struck a note with me then and still does although I haven't heard it on the radio for decades.
Why it came to mind was when taking with The Old Girl on FaceTime yesterday she said that one of the reasons that she calls me every day when she's away is because she worries about me having an accident or a 'medical event' and she won't be there to fix me.
I then told her that, funny as it may seem, only that morning I'd gone up into the attic and, when coming down for some reason, instead of backing toward the attic steps (14 foot high ceiling) I approached them head on.
As I got to the edge I put my knee through the insulation Batts instead of on a joist and lost my balance. I was heading head first down the steps but managed to grab one of the hinges and, precariously, turn around to get my feet on the ladder. Jeez! It was close. If I'd headed down headfirst I might have broken my neck or worse, broken one of The Old Girl's ornaments that she has placed on just about every surface in the house.
"The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore"
She was silent for a moment and then just said "See!"
3 comments:
You're worse than my grandson. I've been trying to get him to sleep for an hour.
2 hours to get him to sleep!
Culpa tua.
Henry from 3P 1966
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