So here I am typing. One finger of my left hand has the muscles of Arnold Schwarzenegger and the other of Sylvester Stallone, the rest of my fingers have the strength of a jellyfish lifting a sledgehammer. How I am dressed is not of your concern as I could be wearing the clothes in the last post, covered in blankets because of the cold, or nothing at all ……. necessary for the purposes of writing a post. (whew. I got that in quick!!)
I would really love to come to all of your lovely blogs and comment. If I could type faster I could probably do it….
……..*dreaming* Oh wouldn’t it be fantastic to have a woman draped over my shoulder, her fingers on mine gently teasing them towards the correct keys. I would feel her softness against my neck and her scent would waft in gossamer waves past my nose. “Press there …… gently” she breathes …….
Uh! What? Where was I? Oh yes. I am a typist, a snail on a go-slow kind of typist.